Writin' Vern'N Jonji Home

Watching little crabs scuttle out of holes building fences of round wet sand bricks. A long necked long legged white crested round eyed sentinel watches a line of pelicans sliding on wind currents caused by condos. The sound of constant traffic on this fish pier of a highway that used to be a railroad before a hurricane gave it last rites Just sitting in the shade of red and ragged trees on a foldup chair that almost sits in sand looking out at different pastel shades of green, blue, sparkled aquamarine water. Here and there they're wading ankle deep with children splashing madly in their rushing joy of life. further out are fishing boats testing secret holes at least to them and farther still a freighter stubbornly dawdles northward White clouds follow each other up towards the glades offering shade to sun blackened alligators who want no part of it laying on the banks of flooded grass swept in uniformity by sweet fresh water, and everywhere there is life laidback and free as only crackers know. Living in the moment and sleepy eyed readiness of sudden change.