Afternoon – Page 51

open to the cold
exposed and vulnerable
naked and alone
–
new life-
tempted
by the light

from across the beach-
the hollow silver ring of
a turtle drum band
–
a cold red stripe-
cabana lights
gently sway

head back and arms wide
inviting the elements
to do what they will
–
an umbrella-
defenseless in
the light of day

drops of quicksilver
balanced precariously
on a blade of grass
–
stained glass-
the palette
heavy rain

giggling children
burying my feet in warm
caribbean sands
–
shearwaters-
palms fronds
in the breeze

dark clouds veil the sun-
abandoned by my shadow
alone once again
–
brooding skies-
the scowl of
thunderclouds

standing by the sink
staring at my soapy hands
my momentum gone
–
blinders on-
running headlong
towards a dead end

intently watching
as the castle in the sky
slowly drifts apart
–
drifting snow-
together leading
separate lives

I break a bit more
every time I remember
you’re not coming home
–
overcast skies-
again the postman
skips my house

a saddle blanket-
the only thing found between
my jeans and my horse
–
horseshoes-
the coal forge
cherry red