A Beach's Concubine

I am this Beach’s concubine.
That wonders in His sands.
A slave, I am, to every grain
That marries to my hands.

I am this Beach’s concubine.
That strides out to His Sea.
A slave, I am, to every wave
That crashes into me.

I am this Beach’s concubine.
That stares out at His view.
A slave, I am, to every sight
That catches me anew.


I wrote this poem on a beautiful, deserted Beach in Ko Pha Ngan, Thailand, where I literally was at the mercy of its stunning views.