Guess Who Coming

GUESS WHO’S COMING… (Apropos My Island Home..) The sun slowly sunk its exhausted reddish-orange head into the waiting sea’s soothing sky blue bosom. Excited white mane waves splashed upon the waiting shore; leaving the froth of their tears dissipating in stilled sand soaked with haunting memories of the disembarkation of stinking slave ships. At the entrance gate of the sea wall, a newly painted sign read: Guest Only. Sighting my ebony epidermal hue, red coral eyes of a bleeding conscience painfully motioned me to move on: Pity, you can’t be a guest in your own yard.