Where I Live
In a tropical place the climate
becomes a way of being
Fruits and flowers on shirts and dresses,
Breakfasts of bananas.
Pineapple flavoured passions
Pathways to the moon
on evening seas
Coconut milk tipped waves at dawn
Palms tilting horizons, gulls gliding
the edge of time
Yet- where I live does not define me
Not like the timeless, Irish dairymen who,
rain or shine, milk cows, they
could easily set their clocks by.
Here on this perfect stretch of sand-
I am rootless - envious
of those who have never moved.
I feel puppet-ized by modern life
A little schizoid - liking where I am,
hearing the voices, while
a part of me pines
for pastoral beginnings.
© Suzanne Delaney
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2017