The shadow moves like a curtain.
It falls on the green island’s sides like an animal moves toward prey.
Everything dies as the sun gets passed by.
Encompassed.
I run across the water with my mate and captain.
The others looking helplessly at the crossing to the promised land.
Journey among endangered species we are all one.
Surrounded.
Feet step softly into sinking sands.
Greeted by southern sting rays, black tips, and least turn’s white wings.
Burying ourselves at sea, naked souls scream smiles, now relaxed.
Enveloped.
We move around, to where the earthquakes’s waves rock the reefs.
Floating like styros, bound by the sound it cracks our walls.
Liquid glass pours passed prisms of colors, jellies, fishes, and leafy stinging corals.
Everyone feels that they are crowned.
We are all kings.
Euphoric.
Onward, the flying vessel cuts through sines and cosines. Stability awaits around the cay.
C’steds winds bring sound sleep, Captain and crew make way,
The dead come back through Gallows Bay.
The soul man’s wake brings black soles back from the deep blue bag.
Tossed on top of trees scattered lives come together.
Reborn.
Big Beard’s Adventure Tours, Buck Island St Croix, USVI.
Thanks John Macy on Renegade and Flyer.
