The windward island, southern end, easterly beach
early in the morning, before the hotel stirred
pool chairs turned to the waking sky
holding each other’s hand
waiting together on our beach
for the sun to crest the horizon line
for the dark to give way to the light
still in our hearts together, seeing the dawn
alone together on our own private beach
wearing bathing suits in April
quite a difference for northerners like us
warm in the tropical breezes
sitting in the dawning sun
sipping a little coffee
given to us by the staff
catering to our needs
our need to be there,
in that moment
April 23, 2008
Our honeymoon week,
St. Lucia
(Raymond A. Foss)
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