Red Blood Dreaming

Red blood dreaming.
Sinking in holes.
Sand splatter.
Sea scatter.
Roar in the heart.
Tide rise over me.
Tarp flap flutter pull me in jangled circles.
Delve deep.
Head sleep.
Heart weep.
Sand creeping in to all crevices.
Marram grass pierce sharp in the sole of my foot.
Pull out the thread and walk the wound deep.
Heart beat throbbing through the roar of the deep.
Caught in the wave of the wind baggage scattered in a heap.
Foam crash down shallow pools.
Flickered sunlight splashing on worn skin.
Surrender.
Drawing in and pulling out to sealet swell. Stillness in movement carried down through tidal currents.
Softly sand grazed bottom.
Open roar inviting all to worship.
Expansive blown open eyes squinting through bright salt air.
Crusted eyebrows.
Granules crunched between teeth.
All is blown away.
Bleached white bone wood and crab carcass crunched underfoot.
Powdered thoughts swept up.
Granulated minds expanded.
Listening to the waves whisper stories of waves whispering stories to deep sea creatures moving slowly through dark heavy waters.
Flowing through movement to stillness through stillness to movement.
Smooth caring life under tarp.
Thin membrane. Dark nest of safety in a luminous expanse of glowing sky and sand. A sanctuary.