Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

In Search of The Page

I can do nothing but close the door
and leave it all behind me
in search of the page.
This afternoon
I stood in the Atlantic
and let the ocean roll across my feet.
Broken Sand dollars
not worth the coral they were made from
lay on the sand
baking in the sun.
The Pina Colada
melting
in my bottle
and down my throat,
the lizard on the leaf
hiding
from the day.
These are the images,
the moments,
I hold.
My own moments,
that no one else
has
or will ever know that
I’m having.