One Bahamas Evening, on the Beach

I.

Cool nights on this island

are peaceful under blue-black

heavens textured by tiny flickering lights

sprinkling the touching waves

licking our toes tonight

caressing our twinned legs

on our couch of sand.

 

II.

You gesture, we look

away South, to our right

over the dark palm trees

where two banks of clouds

white and gray mountainous

chariots floating over the ocean

driven by contesting foes, demigods who

oppose each other in a crackling battle

with hurled bolts of lightning

thrown lances of fire to strike

bodily flashing with great

wounds and stumbling

to recover and unleash

thundering forces

against the flaming bulk

of the foe in this conflict

(witnessed by we awed mortals)

between contesting immortals

who suddenly break away and flee.

 

III.

For a moment all is silent

when rushing swiftly over

the Eastern sea approaches

the Storm Lord his great base

drummed fanfare pounding

ascendance in power as his

great bearded head towers over

land and water and heavens all,

his long robed torso

girt about with lightnings

and his white curled hair

crowned by diamonds of fire,

on comes the dread diety

an elder god from the forgotten past

that modern technical man calls

a cloud, a phenomena

Towering Cumulus Nimbus

that men and women of the golden ages

knew as one of the Titans, or Zeus or Thor

and we stood as they did in the presence

of a raw display of force

booming and cracking in lone

command of the horizon

pulsing with repeated discharge

of surging fires while moving

relentlessly at two tiny figures

huddled below on the beach

wondering how they have offended

such a personage who takes no notice

as he passes over on his meteoric mission.

 

 

by David E. Freeman

dfremail@yahoo.com

 

Photo of Sunrise on Andros Island Courtesy of Bahamas Chamber of Commerce, at Bahamas.com. Andros was one of the largest unexplored areas in the world when it was my pleasure to make my home there for almost two years.

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