Mombasa

If you count the grains of sand in the sky
they are greater than the stars on earth
The coral cliffs are holding them up
their porus bodies falling one by one to their death

Turning shooting stars into sand and shells
only to bleed the light dry
To walk upon them, to collect them
like sand grains of time

But there is a place above the stars and cliffs
it is a division of life and death
Like how the onshore breeze bends the coconut tree
a morning prayer, bowing to the unknowing earth