Bermuda Part II

I miss the little rock in the sea,

Electric was the air,

Running through island trails,

Clouds fold in to vapor,

The blue bird sings,

Lovers lake in the morning,

Where mangroves hug rocks,

And purple sea fans,

The midnight parrot fish flew,

And the bike rides to NASA island,

Where I would think and draw and write,

Sometimes, the toilet’s seawater would glow

neon green, from the dino’s and their

luciferace lights,

With a cup of coffee near the sea,

And playing guitar with the vessel crew,

in the middle of the Sargasso Sea,

Over flying fish and deep waters,

I hold on to the bow,

With Borges in my hand,

And salt at my feet.

(Sea-Salt 2016)