A Dry Spell of the Caribbean Sea
What if one sea of the falling cascade crashed into dry grains of the night? There’s a boat that sails over tumbling time that drifts into the salt of wind thinking. Yet, this is the evening when Simon Bolivar’s many dreams should hold Emily Dickinson’s poetry-on-a-string-of-pearls.
He hoped Emily would find a way out of Venezuela for love to play like a violin. She would not cry when the Caribbean tide was low ever again. Never again would she ever hate the ebb of her pen.
What if this dry spell of the Caribbean Sea really was leading Simon to Emily of emeralds? Every longing heart with written souls have pages on the way. He looks out at the sea, toward the port, and he sees the woman of his dreams waiting for him.
Yet, history tells us it could not be so when Bolivar has flown away to heaven the same year of Dickinson’s birth. What if time had not been unkind in this way and Simon had found her somehow? What if he intuitively knew that she would arrive in the universe and influence many?
And, what if every woman writer has been gifted with Emily’s touch? What if there are many men like Simon Bolivar who search high and low for a woman like Emily? What if?