High above the Florida shoreline,
    I abandon myself to the beach,
    abandon myself to earth, and lift my soul
    toward her visceral blue Bahamas.

    Oh my Bahamas: floating in an ocean of space,
    you float me in your oceans of deep dark water,
    bath me in your lagoons of shallow liquid light.
    Splashed with Iris, sprayed with Blue Heaven,
    touched by tides of turquoise, my free-falling body
    sinks into your sapphire sea.

    Now, a beam of pure white sunlight,
    now, earthly eyes reflected in the window pane,
    earthly blue eyes mirrored in your clear blue water;
    it is really earth, who looks into the looking glass.

    And to the distant north, Bermuda, like earth--
    volcanic ash adorned with living coral colors,
    like earth-floating in a sea of space,
    remote, from every body and every place.

    And to the distant south, the Caribbean
    gently loops her strings of gold rimmed
    living Emeralds along the curving blue horizon.

    Racing round this open road,
    invisible tracks in the visible void,
    I sail across the Atlantic waters
    sun glint and sun glitter,
    gliding on the waves.

    Now, Namibia, desert streaming into ocean,
    waves of bright sand diving into dunes of dark water
    -visible rhythms of blue and brown,
    sea and sand dance upon my strings.

    Soaring above the African heartland:
    large human-like forms etched by the Kalahari,
    fractals sketched by criss-crossing fault lines,
    pink algae painted on green waters,
    and the snows of Kilimanjaro.

    Over the Mozambique Channel, on to Madagascar,
    and into the biological Betsiboka.
    On its path to the ocean the river
    runs from the highlands in small reddish brown arterioles,
    branches into myriad bluish brown capillaries and finally
    coalesces into a single blue vein at the shoreline.

    Sailing to the south of the Seychelles my window
    comes to rest on the magnificent Maldives.
    Atolls, remnants of long gone volcanic islands,
    narrow focused outlines sketched in coral,
    sand and palm-sea after sea of pearl necklace
    floating in royal aqua.

    More atolls, more islands, the sun and I,
    streaking through the sky, set down upon Australia.
    The shadows grow, the clouds turn pink,
    the water red-night comes down to earth below.
    The multi-layered horizon dances reds, oranges,
    and yellows till it rests for the night in blue.

    City lights and stars, at play together;
    I float and fly under the earth,
    enchanted by the pink lightning streaking above,
    the blazing orange trails of meteoroids
    shooting like rockets up into the air,
    the Southern Cross drifting
    through the luminous blue horizon,
    and the undulating ebb and flow
    of pink and green auroral mist.