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