Luna, Arena y Mar

We drove west towards the ocean for the first time this fall. Both noticed how quickly the sun had set, and how long it had been since 'we'. The night unfolded like poetry...

Velvety Dark sky
drums in the distance
moon kissed sand

greeting the ocean water

We landed
armed with a corkscrew
red wine
blanket

elements our witness

Bonfires dotted the distant
sand
music spilled
from the boardwalk

voices carried

Songs of
Santo Domingo
de Cuba
y Puerto Rico
made us contemplate

dancing

Instead we
watched
a ship
glide by

bathed in moons light

Smell of ocean
feel of sand
rhythms of music
we

welcomed fall

In this place
I went first
to leave you
fire, sand, water

Oshun has made us one