i awoke to goats singing

Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea,
Past the houses - past the headlands -
Into deep Eternity -
~ Emily Dickinson ~

i awoke to goats singing, as they
grazed upon the grassy hills
which rose right up
out of the turquoise sea

rousing me out of a light sleep
while on a catamaran
weaving through
the british virgin isles

an oblong bread box of family floating
like a swarm of lotus blossoms
so bravely connected -where the stem
meets up with the flower

dinghy dropped us off a  dozen
breast strokes from the white sugar
sandy beach--dry bag lifted over head
camera and we- survived the peaceful waters

instantly found the soggy dollar bar
discovered they would not serve rum
until 6pm, as they observed good friday
we'd have to shop for t-shirts and have a swim

soon after skin submerged in blue bath bliss
the skies turned an ominous grey, we knew
the rain would follow- whisked back to our trusty ship
to let the rain remember why we were here

that night, our last on the islands
i had black fin tuna and and did cheer-
strolled under the day after full silver moon
and thought of how i could make it here

Kate Lamberg

skies got grey amidst the sugar white sand~sandy cay..bvi/photo by kate lamberg~