The Northern Lagoon
The Northern Lagoon
A rare circle of cool water
Trapped between two meandering outlets
One flowing directly from the east
The other streaming from the west
Between a mighty mountain and remote rivulets
Unique and complete
Balmy, calm, and serene most times
Or rough with huge heavy waves from time to time
When the South East Trade Winds blow
Battering its unprotected shores.
In clear crystal moonlight
Or on a devilish stormy night
The lagoon nonchalantly spies
A familiar phantom eerie sight
A frightful Jack O’ Lantern
With yellowish neon lights
Steadily gliding backward
And flickering forward
Before disappearing with the upcoming daylight.
Truth or fiction
Like every eternal old wives’ tale
The superstition never fails
To live on
With each new generation.
In the center of the lagoon
Proud and predominant
Staunchly stands solid Stony Caye
A lone little rocky island
No more than a quarter-mile long
So fascinating to behold.
For many a year
Only an aging solitary couple resided there
And the lagoon was never really alone
But now that they are long gone
Populated with egrets, green turtles, silver bass, and mischievous manatees
The lagoon is entertained by all the company it ever needs.
Copyright © Kika Ayala | Year Posted 2014
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