I stand atop the sand dock dune Canyon. Mid-morning anglers cast for slithering treasures.
Peaceful. Metal sailboat masts play melodic wind chimes dampening a women’s screened-in cough. A well-crafted wooden bench counts the number of resting cheeks imposed upon it. A quilted brown leather chair with grommets, round feet with matching mushroom ottoman, sits at curbside on Edgewater with a sign marked, “free.” Will
anyone see? Rows of beach cottages line Bluffton Neighborhood, some with smiling yellow awnings, others with deer nets to protect red and purple dahlias. The soothing sun caresses my face’s left side, my dog pulls my arm into bountiful sniffs. Colonel Sanders wearing a red and gray high school Jersey jacket glides by on a candy apple red moped sporting confidence. My stomach growls, ears are ringing, but I can still hear the crow and clicks of my dog’s toenails on concrete while an endangered orange monarch floats above my head. Slow. Kids at play. I pass by a white wonder
horse owning its pink mane and tail, hooves frozen motionless in mid-air. I can’t help but think, does that golden spear cause pain? A man doing home construction yells as he hammers his hand. I simultaneously dodge a multiple acorn concussion. A shiny different-colored brown hydrant stares at green Plumb and Wateerworks Roads. What is it thinking? Does it hunger for the water it keeps safely inside? A blue honeycomb bench memorializes “our beloved daughter”. I turn the Paige so Chandra can see that despite the thumps of acorns onto skylights, life is as precious as a fallen black and white displaced tattered feather.