inner art journal

driven to the sea
by fierce tropic heat
we watch fish
twist and turn in
muted blue green light

three foot dreadlocks
a type of pride
despite a body
slender from
light eating

a herd of short haired sheep
crowds the road
someone owns them
we are told
but no one knows who

a village of land crabs
with earthen burrows
scurry into hiding
as we walk by
~ no risk too subtle

a solitary sugar cane
grows in a garden
descendants of slaves
launder sheets
and serve drinks

the sea
a horizontal
that calms the mind

reaching for another snack
the hungry donkey
sticks his head
under the sun bather’s arm
like a pet dog

our yoga teacher
does her own thing
unconcerned with instruction

a gentle breeze
pushes out the humidity
making me feel
like a soaring gull

another good beach
for snorkeling
let’s go tomorrow
when our new friends
won’t be there

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