There’s nothing here to climb, just sand swept shores that seem to
go on forever. I have grown accustomed to flat lands covered in mangrove,
disappearing islands and painted seas.
Outside my window, palms lit with emerald parrots seem expected.
This is what life has granted me, exploring sea caves in dreams, secret passageways to an
underworld that come dawn I can never remember.
The hand of wind is in everything, tilted green leaves chase, rise, playfully tease the
summer wind only to catch among the bushy roots of hibiscus and jacaranda.
I’ve grown accustomed to living without mountains, watching storms form above the sea.
Holly is something else John thank you for sharing her work. Blessings to you my friend. 🦋
You are very welcome.
Thank you dear John!
You are very graciously welcome lovely Holly!!!