Out on the Island
Find me on the hill
cloaked in sun-born light,
drying my hair
in the constant current~
that’s only on the hillside.
At the center of the bay,
I feel like I could reach up
to touch the clouds,
the light fluffy ones;
higher are the thin wispy,
veil-like puffs~ moving quickly,
too fast to mind or matter.
Nature’s blinds provide shade where they alone see fit;
only to shift direction~
for always, they choose
the winds melodiousness ticks.
An upcoming evening!
We head out, downtown
to the dinghy dock,
for some Caribbean cuisine.
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