Sunday, December 7, 2014

from kenya 2009

The sea shore, an island in the distance,
Silky waves against the sunset,
wrinkled reflections in blinking eyes,
The island and the ocean connect,
by boats, and wanderers with high-pointed noses,
In fact, there are others shores,
Germany and Spain, San Francisco
and Florida keys, New York City and etc.,
Unsettled ripples ride the wind passing wishes,
remembering the Pearl Harbor in California,
Peace and wars build up in waters,
Forests turn red in summer heat,
I grow up, no more weak
in thinking or surviving,
I see the sea,
and becoming sensitive on one's fate.