Island Happy
Bali Ha’i! I whisper upon finding this island’s hidden cove.
Exotic creatures watch me from a kind of fruity grove.
I can feel their essence, without seeing them. But I hear their song.
They are throwbacks to their ancestors, seductively strong.
What to do first, lie in the sun, soaking up the most Vitamin D?
The lull of the waves is Zen-like, further encouraging me.
I lie down in the sand, and fall asleep, listening to the sea.
This is the most exotic place, away from autos, lock and key.
I feel like a satisfied sunlit mermaid, as I lie and listen wide.
The waves of the ocean flap up against the pretty seashore side.
There is a delicate fragrance coming from the coral trees that hide.
I am drifting off to dreamland. Poetic genius will now abide.
If I do not awake up from this nap, know that I was satisfied.
Happy to enter heaven’s gates as my dreams take me for a ride.
Doubting it could be a bit more gorgeous than this place upon the sea.
Please everyone, stay off this island, and far away. I’m happy as can be.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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