Healing

In Hawaii, the hula girls sway
in the tepid breezes under the palm trees.
I know you are not like those women
who have bronzed, perfectly shaped bodies,
but I know your skin cries out
for crystalline blue water.
You abandon the rigidness of city life,
wade out of the last five painful years,
the water tickling your ankles,
splashing your knees. 
You abandon yourself,
your arms beating like pelican wings.
Smiling, you immerse yourself
in the ocean’s warm water,
rinsing the smell of our sadness out of you.  
You stand, so refreshed, shaking
the drops off your wrinkled body. 
Your eyes focus on the line
of the aquatic horizon. 
You see heaven’s paradise
and dive into the ocean
like a dolphin.