Misted jade mountains tower above, surrounding me in a semicircle of tropical beauty. On a warm white beach of my sandy bed, I found my Tahitian tan, as the rhythmic waves sang their song, lulling me to sleep.
At night under the khaki green canvas of a rented tent, I hid, its sides protecting me from dangers in the night; palm sized spiders, alien insects, and falling coconuts⦠I hold out for the safety of day of my cozy soft sand.
Thus, I found myself at a time fate sneered at me; as I pitched a tent under the coconut palms; with other travelers I happened upon while adventuring: ivy league graduates, a burly pipeline worker, and me.
My memories are rich with the smells, sounds, and feel of the Pacific; vignettes of lush blanketed mountains, wrapped in bright turquoise seas, and me, barefoot in the surf, eating fresh coconut from a newly cut husks, enjoying golden days in the sun.
All poems copy written by Vicki Kralapp August/2020