The Island Air

The night air in St. Thomas

doesn’t just pass through.

It keeps me company.

It sits down and chats with me.

It arrives flitting around nervously at first,

Then it settles down

rests for a moment

luxuriating in an intoxicating silence

made of barking dog, soft waves

hummingbirds wings and reggae.

And off it moves again,

whipping around me excitedly

before taking off into the soft velvety night.

I close my eyes and smile.

I know it will be back again.



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