Aruban Meditation

this day I,
with the calm cadence
of waves beyond blue,
will breathe the sea
and recall roots
that delve deeper
than the everyday
beginnings finger deep
into sugared sands
and float free
with fronds fluttering
green-fingered farewells
to invented obligations
this day I,
with the quiet certainty
of knowing oceans,
of fathoming the fall
of light on upright arms
and upraised faces
loving long the heat
of slow island hours,
will let time
in slow caresses
smooth calming cure
into care-drawn core
this night I,
with the deep peace
of wafting winds
and the teasing kiss
of an Aruban moon,
will lie as the lizards
upon the shore
beneath forever
and bask in the sigh
of Caribbean skies

© Sarah Whiteley

Aruban Rest

tonight it is soft delight
to slide into a slumber
cradled by tradewinds
no sheep to tally sleep
here the lizards are the dreamkeepers
and the sugar-thieving chibichibi
share the sweetness of the day
with the deep Caribbean night
blue kododos watch the hours
slip in wisps beneath a driftwood moon
the sea whispers of wandering
and tends to vagrant heads
whose dreams dive with the stars
into waters deeper than sleep
until the blue surge rises
brilliant in the Aruban light
the waiting fronds blow hello
to the turquoise morning
and waking toes burrow content
a half-inch deep in the heat
of the sun-polished sands
of one happy island

© Sarah Whiteley