Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Magic

on the island
my magic with
creatures did
not seem to
work

the bioluminescent
lagoon remained dark
regardless how much
i swirled my long
white pole in the
rain strewn water

no matter how many
habichuelas i ate
i could not mask
my gringo scent
the dog at
la pared rose up
to snap at me

on the road
to the kioskos
the black turtle
slipped beneath
the road before
she could catch it

in humacao
the iquanas
ran before us
to hide in the palm
shadows near
the lagoon

the fish in
the reef off
playa azul
blurred by
my poor vision
stayed just
out of reach
and clear
sight

and yet
i remember
many
magical
moments
bright like
the stars
above the
lighthouse
near
fajardo

a giant
frog snuggles
against
her warmth
on the
road to
solimar

tiny crabs
no bigger
than my
fingernail
scurry
along the edge
of the
lagoon
in the
reserva
natural

a dog
frolics
in the
sunset surf
off
playa
luquillo

at night
on a quiet beach
in las cabezas
she reaches
into the sand
opens her hand
to reveal
a tiny blue
glowing star

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Yield

what is this urge
to get ahead
my incessant
rush to reach
my destination

on the island
many traffic lights
are still out
from the hurricane
so at these
intersections
people take
turns driving
through

there
there
seems to be
a culture of
yield

even when another
has the right
of way
they let
me go first

which leads
me to do
the same
to look out
for the
other
the car
merging
from out
of the
long grass
where the
iguana
sleeps

here
i feel the old
pull to make
sure i get my
rightful
place in line

until i
take my foot
off the gas
take a deep
breath and
realize again
that what is fair
is not always
the same as
being kind

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems), SLOW MOVES

Flight

when we arrived
a man in shorts
sandals and a
machete
was climbing
the palms
for coconuts

when she went
to see him
he gave her a
coconut
when she
returned
with money
he refused
and gave her
another one

generosity
and times
like these
are sweet
like the
coconut
water
dribbling
down
my chin

i could
hold onto
this place
like a
kind stranger
clinging
to the
waving
fronds
high up
in a
palm tree

or i
can let
the experience
be what it
has been
the strange
bittersweet
taste of
seasalt and
mango

near the beach
a seabird
holds tightly
to the
electric wire
before
suddenly
letting go
and
surrendering
to the pull
of the
ocean
wind

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Leavings

here
where i sweep up
the leavings
of a vacation

pieces of
paper
receipts
fond
memories
adventures
unmet
expectations
worries of
what awaits
upon our
return

bits of sand
tracked in
from jaunts
along the
beach

the wind
off the sea
carresses my
face
a farewell
kiss

the waves
still call
but i must
say goodbye
for now

allow what
i have not
done
to remain
beneath
the surface
like the
hard coral
waiting
in the
cool
dark
depths

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Entanglements

even in this place
of hidden beauty
the sargasso
has invaded

it lies like
a dark serpent
in coils along
the beach
blackened by the sun

it clutters
the water
hides the coral
flickering fish
of color
from view

it sticks to the skin
green strands
and seed pods
to be rinsed away
before the door

yet today
the waters are clear
my body floats free
above the reef

a blue parrot fish
darts in and out
of the shadows
just out of reach

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Faith

sometimes
when the light
strikes the water
in a certain way
the sea is too
bright to look at
one turns away
blind

yet not seeing
i still know
it is there

the ocean remains
i smell her scent on the wind
i taste her salty sweat on my lips
i hear the soft sound of her waves
crashing on my shore

Posted in The Sunday Driver: Life in the Slow Lane

Lost

last evening
we walked toward a destination
knowing where we wanted to go
yet unsure how best to get there
following the gps
towards the setting sun

a boy fished from the shore
hoping for a catch
turning towards the sea
then back to watch his
family pack for home
after a long day
at the beach

children swam
in the dark waves
shouting laughing
mama leave me here
holding onto the joy of the water
until the last
minute

a couple asked if
i had lost a phone
held it up for me to see
wiped the sand away
to find they could
not unlock the screen

as it grew dark
the beach became deserted
a white heron stepped
out of the gloom
we wondered if we
should continue
the phone could no longer show us the way

we chose to go on
guided by the music and the lights
in the distance
walking barefoot
between the sand and the sea

laughter
chased away the doubts
and the brief shivers
of fear

later
after our refrescos
walking back on the dark road
she rescues a frog that had strayed from its hiding place in the grass to hop out into the traffic

in the unscripted
i am reminded again
of the opportunities for compassion
for joy and tastes of adventure
if i am watchful
for the signs
like this flashlight on my phone which i point towards the oncoming cars
so they know
we are here

Posted in Leaves on the Poet Tree (Poems)

Traces

when i leave
will traces of this place
remain with me
bits of sand
ocean salt on my skin

when i return
to the busy traffic
of what i left behind
will all i hear be
these waves forever
carressing this bright
beach

true peace
is an elusive thing
i have tasted some of it here
sweet like a mango batida
down at the kioskos

i must trust
that i have recieved
what i need for
what as yet lies
unseen on the horizon

in the distance
the lighthouse at las cabezas
gleams brightly in the
morning sun

Posted in Art and Photography

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