Wishful Thinking!

Faced with this interminable winter, which refuses to loose an iron grip, a memory surfaces:

 

San Juan, Puerto Rico: Poolside

What with

lizards appearing and disappearing

and palm fronds waving and unfurling

and  water slipping

over the lip of tiled ledges

into a variety of pools

and small birds there

atop lofty palm antennas

(and then not there)

and the sudden raucous “craw”

of a red macaw

and children screeching in the pool

where a blue ball bobs

There’s so much going on!

Pigeons bow solemnly

Clouds alter constantly

in the bright blue opal of the sky.

How could I possibly be bored?

December 2, 1999

I wrote this for Bernadette, long before she became our Irish correspondent —