© 1999-2007, Wanda L. Harrell
Narrow paved streets and wide ways of water in this island town
Are just one example of the stark contrasts in its sights and sounds.
The colorful, well-watered gardens collide when they fearlessly meet
The sweltering heat rising from the sidewalks’ drab and dry concrete.
Cool and loosely-woven straw hats provide shade for people’s hot, tense faces
As two lovers’ private whispers are overcome by loud noises in busy places.
Street vendors present and sell pungent sour lemons and tangerines sweet
While soft, cool ocean breezes occasionally pierce the island’s forceful heat
Brightly colored cars mechanically spit and spew, driven about on the ground,
As blandly colored sea birds effortlessly soar in the sky without a sound
A stubby pier constructed of sea worn timbers juts from the lengthy soft sands
While a hulk of man and a petite woman saunter on the beach holding hands,
Towering condos cast shadows over small sandcastles built near the dockside
The wet, sparkling waters gobble up the dry, dull sand when it is high tide
And wide, green fronds of the tall, pale palms sway in the unseen ocean breeze
Knowing life on the island can be difficult, but most seem to take it with ease.
Sights and sounds congregate, various differences subtle and some not
In this tiny island town where dreams are born and dreams are caught.