feeling a bit like a moai head in the sand this morning

the ravens circling above

the earthworms burrow below

yet i stare in her direction

direction less yet somehow knowing the right way

granite flecks of fallen facial recognition unable to turn away

if anyone asks

i’m taking a personal day to wile away the sun and the spray and dream of the day

i am free of the sediment sentiment that keeps the raw emotion evident

i feel like a moai buried to my neck in the sand dotting the landscape of easter island

there are worse ways to feel i suspect

watching the ocean waves glitter like jewels

searching for her with her little plastic shovel and bucket to dig me free