Danki Aruba (Thank you Aruba)

Heard trumpets from afar this morning,

closed my eyes to embrace a memory

of warm winds and white sand.

The smell of salt water and Caribbean cuisine laid still in my mind,

for a brief second.

Laughter and music played insync as sail boats and fishing nets caressed the teal and blue of the sea.

 

Interrupted,

by the thunder of train tracks, the tide pulled back quickly from under the soles of my feet.

We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.

 

Danki Aruba. 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

Comments

Robert Bloom

Lovely poem.  I love your juxtaposition between your dream of travel, and your reality in, what I think is, a big city.  Do the head trumpets symbolize the break of morning and the end of your dream, though?  Or do they represent something more?

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