No Camera At the Ready

No Pictures Taken I see the pictures sent to me on my Facebook page of places I have not seen yet in countries I have been to as a seaman who join the sea out of poverty at home and offered an education no importance and factory pipes spewing smoke smelling of sardines and cod liver oil I recall Costa Rica a small town in a bay the jungle appeared near and lush ready to hide the town should be human activities stop. And the cockerel crewed as I got up from Maria`s trafficked bed running down a winding road to the docks and on my ship to the routine work with sleep walkers who like me and only saw the beauty of the land in glimpses of dreams a Paradise lost. Saddening, there were never any lazy days to walk around and to take pictures we were not tourists. Part Two: Alone in a beautiful park and felt like the eternal wandering Jew hoping to be accepted by the locals. There was never any time to know anyone; guiltily I found my way back to the bars, the music, the Marias willing vulvas` oily route; rum& coke sleep in a woman’s arms inhale her scent another Paradise lost before the cock crewed. I look at the pictures of contentment, actors on a stage of life playing happy to play the tragic roles they need a bit more experience.