Trip to Jamaica
On my first
night in Jamaica, I fell
naked into the midnight ocean.
The day was washed away with rum
and silky salt against my skin.
see the stars like that ancient
sailor who believed and let them pull
him past the dangers of myth and night.
foolish!" I was told, "Jellyfish sting
and you could have drowned
with no help from your colleagues
or a sober self to find the shore."
In the daylight,
I can agree, but at night,
salt still weeps from my pores
and the compass stars pull and guide me
through the dark myth towards the day.