There is only now

At the Darsena beach café bar, there is only now.

A white tipped wave comes up to the sand and says…“I’m sho shorry, did I dishturb you?”…but you shake your head twice at him.

If you had more energy you would wink.

Your head lies in the water and your hairs float towards the horizon like tentacles of an octopus.  You feel the ambrosial warm water pulling you.  A grey fish lies near you.  He’s too dead to throw back in the sea, but you notice his one gill is moving.

His Picasso eyes stare at you, but there is nothing now, at the Darsena beach café bar.