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.