Woken by the unexpected pre-dawn chatter of birds,
From the furthest reaches of the darkness below,
A woman's voice screams
"Who do you fucken think you are?"

Through coconut oil
Sun burns, Sweat beads. Undeterred,
Green ants explore me.

stretching taller than I am,
Muscles tense, breath contracts,
Warmth of the sun rising
Beyond the hill-crest touches
My body facing that way.
Gently the breeze, still cool
From the clear night,
Let's me know what it is
To stand midway, neither
One nor the other.

Sand on my skin, breeze.
Droplets of water, disappear.
Leaving only me.