Island rhythms carry on,

Lifting my soul

As if it were some leaf

To be carried on

gentle winds.

“I feel good”

Fills my ears,

Inflating a wide eyed grin

That would bury any symptoms of depression.

 

Hot white sand

And transparent waters –

A fecundity credited for its healing property –

Is getting into the grooves of my sole.

 

As I rock to the left,

The irie dread appears in

the mist that caresses my face.

And when I rock to the right,

That same mist catches my troubles

And carries them on

To be lost at sea.

 

A life so coveted,

An opportunity so rare,

It makes me glad,

 

To know I’d been there.