Border

There is yellow on the wall

And stony gray on the street

The cathedral is sunlit gold

While the iron bars turn white in the heat

The city center is shaded green

Unlike the taxis speeding by in red

An elderly woman hints of pink in her fabric

Against the brown skin her history hath bred

One of God’s lasting signs of peace

Was a rainbow in the blue heavens above

Looking at the colors of Antigua

It seems we hath witnessed the return of the dove

continuous light,

never-ending day,

dull and hazy bright

for the midnight sun’ll stay

twenty hour days,

six months insomniac’s rest,

long reaching light rays,

a short lure of darkness left

beach of mud and silt,

disguised quicksand near the water,

high tide regionally built

forthcoming sun on the latter

eleven o’clock sunsets,

soft blue, earth-toned sky line,

unmoving water like mirror reflects,

white capped mountain tops left above and behind

Gliding down slowly past,

Rhythmically bobbing on the mast-

We two boats pass side by side

Creating a mountain of green and white.

Over the lake, the sight of Panajachel subsides

Leaving only peaceful commotion when two waves collide.

Walking slowly past

The Mayans of the Mountains in their hats.

They speaking in their native tongue-

Us, speaking a foreign language among

These sellers and growers in their pride:

So confusing the bridge when two worlds collide.

Open space and strong wind

In the morning we greet

For golden sunlight we kid

As words leave a pencil onto the sheet…

Short-lived in young minds

A driving force behind desire

Separated in mixed thoughts

So the burning history to be fought

Words follow words

Written and read in silence

Inspiration in the day

Moves by as a burning fence

A memory of people loved

Skips by in the mind

As focus is tripped and shoved

By big Montana sky blind

two hours late-

low to the water-

fears will be shattered

can you see the shoreline?

or is it just a shadow?

starlight shines on the black canvas above.

sounds of the night

dark waves are met

a beam of light to guide

rain starts to fall

thoughts of boat sinking-

what if we were to hit something?

can you swim, my friend?

worries pass by

like wind on the water

fears will be shattered

Shadows shift north to south

East to west

As sunrise on the ATL leads morning to dusk

Labor to rest

Shine on Georgia sky

Let the blue of the day seep through

That orange sunrise that lingers

And the black night that hath overtook

Suburbs are the same from one valley to the next

Each suburb block to each street

Only to imagine life of the ghetto day to day

Each winter cold and summer heat

Shine on Georgia sky

Let the blue of the day seep through

That orange sunrise that lingers

And the black night that hath overtook