On Vacation With Middle Passage Memories

On Vacation With Middle Passage Memories Out over the alluring expanse of the Big Water--- where the sky rest upon the water’s edge--- where undulating ships wait to fall off the earth--- we saw the lightening dancing in space and heard the applause of the thunder. Huge nimbus clouds, dark like the early night, and filled beyond capacity--- burst opened like over filled water balloons---releasing great falls of rain wrestling with ferocious winds; for control of fleeing waves rushing to shore---frothing the sands with quenching gratitude. Mesmerized and immobilized by nature’s fury, the blood flow of memory released a storm of memories--- detailing vivid descriptions of Middle Passage crossings. The only things missing from this reality of the present scene, were the times---places---stenches of the living and dead---echoes of the moans, groans and rattling chains from the bowels of the putrid ships that saved many unfortunate poor souls from the Big Water’s fury---ironically landing them safely on the waiting shores to begin life anew: shuttled to and from the auction block. The howling winds, roaring waves, and whipping rains---all slowly subsided: we hailed the shuttle bus back to the hotel.