fragments (silence)

…Something old but appropriate to my mood, induced by hangover that lingers way past noon…
Silence
the last drop of rain, the last gust of wind.
a hot tropical day swallowed all the sounds.
a turtle, slides to the water in slow motion:
a heavy shell, a deep path in the sand.
silence.
sand, older than the shores,
older than water,
older than the turtle,
lingers under the sun.
heated granules exhale waves of heat,
melt it with the horizon.
silence.
the touch of the ocean, a light whisper,
a gentle brush of the wave,
rushing away, back into the ocean.
foamy sputum over the turtle path,
over the shell,
over the eyes.
the turtle catches its ride.
and silence is left behind.