Thinking about Lampadusa

Shavasana

There must be forty or fifty people exercising — socially distanced mats — on the beach this morning. Collectively stretching, their comfortable bodies twist this way and that.

Legs lift together to the sonambulous music that disperses over the blue bay (cut, intermittently, by another Easy Jet plane overhead.)

In all -

a rhythmic choreography — up-lifting, life-affirming and good.

Relaxing finally, the ensemble lies down as one — supine in Shavasana…

Only the chests, rising in sync, differentiate them from washed up migrants on another beach

somewhere else -

far away…