The light is luscious now, at dusk.
Lilac – no, lavender,
rendering everything it touches
Even the scrubby uninviting island offshore
looks seductive just about now each day,
its parched terrain and jagged lava rock
softening for a moment,
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,
We arrive world-weary, jaded,
offer ourselves up,
as it returns us —
to our best selves:
At least for a time.
Double Bay, Eleuthera
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