tell me of El Islote, as you walk through, new growth in every corner -
how underlying trapped moisture gives-way as you tread
and releases a freshness that filters into you
show me the driveway you'd hardly know was there
glimpsed between wild geranium, grasses and milk-thistle
tell me what you see when you crouch to peer
through a crack in a link-chained fence
with morning glory trailing your face and hair -
how lava unfolds to fields where egrets have claimed the island
find me words for the vines, the sparrows on the line
brave in their two-note call -
the caw-caw of two distant seagulls respond
remind me once more of our faraway friends, wood-burner toasting
buried under cozy blankets with bamboo socks
one cooking soul food, one playing clarinet or piano
fingers deftly agile, circling as she extemporises now
lifting a hand she draws out the final note
and joy fills the air up to the Woodbine beams
and beyond
Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much ❤️
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