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.