Once upon a Time: Surfside, Miami

Once and once again I am as I remember

myself. Thirty years later, I can still savor

the sway of these palms fanning this same

wind into syllables whispering good morning

in my eyes, saving these todays when I can

no longer hear how to live out this passion

for breaking myself into poems like this, like

these waves that once upon a time are again

my loyal loves still kissing my feet as I stroll

this shore and glance back at my footprints

again washed away. The salty salve of these

breezes I breathe, living once again with all

my joyous regrets for all I’ve done right or

wrong, for all I am now, that is enough, yet

not enough, for who I wanted to be once,

still searching this sea, still facing this same

silent horizon, I ask again: Who am I? What

should I do? The answer, as always: Everything.