The Sand Bar
He told me
about the full moon,
about this place,
the place that I was
found
and lost
24 years ago.
He showed me pictures
and inside
I cried.
I thought,
Silence may have been the key
to preservation.
I felt
a sense of shame
of blame
guilt.
10,000 dancers, dancing and raving
in a concrete jungle, born from seeds
we left behind
on the full moon
on the beach.
For us
The journey was long
18 hours,
by bus, speed boat and long tail boat.
I remember the burn that lasted days
resting between my thighs and knees.
By my third visit I had learned to keep my self covered
on those last 30 minutes by reua hang yao,
through shallow waters
along coast line filled with coconut palms
and glistening white sand beaches
to Haad Rin Nok
sunset beach.
We would haul our back packs,
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