At nights, ships with yellow-star lights does bright-up me horizon. I does paste meself to we windows as if that would get me more close, more quick to them ships and to the dreams they does bring for me. From them, I does unload mountains cover-up with mist, and cities where flowers bust-open and confetti-up the pavements, and trees hug-up the streets with cool shade.
During the day, I does watch ships climb up or go down that sea-sky place. On a hot day, the crystal water does dazzle so bright, it does tickle me eyes like how promises of love, success and happiness does tickle me mind. Then, I does want to jump up and create, make beauty with words, nature and thread.
When storm coming, the sea water does turn into a slate, and the heavy weather does press down them waves so hard, they can barely lift up themselves to write little white lines. Oh, what drama, what excitement me horizon does promise.
Always, me horizon is there, full o’ treasures.
Then I come home to shore and venture into town. There, concrete grow more tall than coconut trees. Plastic bottles and Styrofoam float in mukky-green canals and Water Street does bake your feet. I does scan me surroundings like a shopper looking for a special gold lamp which, when you rub it and make a wish, gon make every dream come true.
Recently, I search everywhere and couldn’t find that sparkle.
“I ain’t got nothing to look forward to,” I whine to meself.
A terrible dread seize me by me forelock. “What a frightful thing to do to meself, to make the garbage pile up inside instead of cleaning out the clutter, letting the canals and creeks and rivers flow clear, into me sea of creativity.”
There and then, I make a promise. I gon work on a daily Looking-Forward-To List that I can use right here, on shore.If you got a list, dear Reader, I would love for you to share.