Picture This   Do you like a beach? Okay, then, a beach — in fact, your favorite beach, favorite because you’ve never been to this beach before — each sensation beckons you, opens you, draws you in, welcomes you to your beach — the sand envelops the bare contours of your feet, sunshine pours over you, here, where the land yields itself to the sea. A waiter greets you, hands you a glass of exquisite wine, the taste is an aria, it unfolds itself in your throat, your belly, the line between you and universe is gone, golden light floods through you, heals you, holds you, whispers everything’s going to be fine.                                                                for Marti     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont October 2011