Resting on the gritty, loose earth,

the dark blue night sky with

silver fireflies illuminating it,

hovers above me like a blanket

fort that children make.

I listen to the symphony of

percussion instruments clashing

against rocks and shore.

In the sand baby turtles are born into

this atmosphere of song and lights.

Staring into the world of the skies

I watch the earth move in a slow pace,

the stars seem to sway against the clouds,

but it is not them that are in action.

Looking for constellations that tell me

I am not truly alone at the beach in the night.