I’m suffering from a bit of a vacation hangover. Pictures freeze time when I cannot. Fortunately, there is still the anticipation of all that is left to come, and it is a lot.
What is life?
Sisters bouncing in the waves,
Rituals untouched by age,
Mosquito-ridden hikes through streams,
To waterfalls guarded beneath a canopy of trees,
Jasmine pearl ice tea,
Sunscreen layered thick,
Tiki Mai Tais hidden in a maze of stalls,
Millions of stars in the night sky,
Sprinklers then laughter,
A ghostly figure in the dark,
Manta ray arms stretched wider than my own,
Two turtles and a friendly fish,
A Buddhist temple with a bell so large,
You are promised happiness and peace.
A catamaran skips across the water,
Edging closer to the unknown,
A fish caught and punched to death in the head,
Blood diluted by the sea,
Tears of brevity,
Life impossible to hold,
As sisters howl and scream beyond the break.
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