CABANA BOY BLUE 

There is a cabana

that can be hard to find.

 

It is on a remote island

surrounded by

 

an ocean

vast and deep.

 

Its beach stretches

as far as the eye can see.

 

Here the sun is 

always shining.

 

This cabana has a name.

It is called self-love.

 

It has a color also.

It is blue like the sea.

 

Tropical. A blend of

say aqua

 

and azure.

I know a man

 

who knows this cabana well.

He is not afraid to wear

 

its color. He has painted

the nails of his toes with it—

 

the part of his body

he finds least attractive.

 

And yet with this paint

he makes his feet–

 

that walk him across the sandy earth

in stride with his dignity–

as beautiful and as sacred 

as the rest of him is.

Divinely adorned and anointed 

with the color of love

as his pedestal

he stands like an Adonis 

attentive and waiting

ready to be of service.