THE FLAME IN THE LOTUS (cont.)

XII.
In Puerto Rico I laid back in the water
Looked up and felt the heat
Pour down while the water
Held me up.
The kids played. The sand was hot.
I rolled over and opened my eyes
To search the bottom and,
Holding my breath, brushed my hands along the bottom
And it was good:
The warmth on my back.
Being held up by the ocean.

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