When she’s sick

Teenager curled up
becomes baby J who’s glad
that mommy’s  nearby.

In sleep

Her breath sounds like the
whistle of distant trains bound
for lands beyond dreams.

Sitting next to Gloria Steinem

Her face fronted a
movement, a magazine. My
mind’s jaw drops in awe.

Chenay Bay – Fifth day

Through the rainforest.
Lunch at Rhythms Rainbow Beach,
then Carambola.

Chenay Bay – Fourth day, Christmas Day

Green Cay Marina
walk. J gets stung, M watches
A Christmas Story.

Chenay Bay – Second night

Green flash at Sunset
Grill on Sprat Hall Beach. Then dined
in lush tropic style.

Chenay Bay display

Wet bathing suits, striped
towels hang from porch rails like
vacation banners.

Chenay Bay – First night

Island band’s Christmas
tunes with a reggae twist our
dinner serenade.

Reggae breakfast

We eat cereal
on the porch by the sea, while
island music plays.

Caribbean morning

Intense turquoise, the
water is a wake-up call
to swim, sun, sail, dream.