It's sad how something about the care-
free way this woman at the beach strolled
up--her breasts just hanging
as they hang, her smile unclouded
by the areas of loose skin around her power-
ful striding thighs, her sway apologizing for neither
excess nor lack of sexuality, her glance
not checking for other glances, her joy
beaming from skin not fretted
over as too pale or too dark, her whole body
vibrating with the power of not being
judged as right or wrong but just freely
and forcefully existing--that told me
she wasn't from here, even before spoke.
