No, Lavender

The light is luscious now, at dusk.

Lilac – no, lavender,

rendering everything it touches

flawless.

 

Even the scrubby uninviting island offshore

looks seductive just about now each day,

its parched terrain and jagged lava rock

softening for a moment,

airbrushed, sleek,

beckoning,

under the forgiving light.

 

And there’s the lure of this place

that lies hard by the sea –

hurricane-ravaged these days, staggering to its feet,

yet still with the power to transport,

to transform.

 

We arrive world-weary, jaded,

resigned,

offer ourselves up,

then wait,

as it returns us –

inexorably –

to our best selves:

At least for a time.

 

Double Bay, Eleuthera

 

November,2004.

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