Victoria y Allegra

A small tribute to a couple of beautiful girls Growing up in Isla Holbox.

The first two rays of the island sun turned to drops at high tide
Those eyes handed down like mothers jewelry, two girls, papas smile
The transition between sea and soul, sand to feet, is incalculable
Spiritually heavy, the skies are likely to give way to rains enchantment at any time

"Oma, can we go jumping?
"Yes, but only for a awhile."
"Nonna, can we go swimming?"
"Si mija, but only for a little while."
The hours pass and sun bleached curls grow too fast, too complete

The island tree is not the root, but an anchor to be reeled in, reset
When the fish stop feeding and the sand has been raked into Mexican destiny
There will be other places that girls can fill times sand pail
Until then, the island soothes with unending breezes that whisper, home and heart

"Mama, can we have helado?'
"Si baby, maybe tomorrow."
"Papa, can we ride in the boat?"
"Si amor, maybe this afternoon."
The sea tells you about the past daily, you listen and hope for the best

You plant the seeds, and rake the sand and in due course
The island becomes the blood pumping through burgeoning hearts and minds
A soul mate for all time and a brother who will steer the skiff true and straight
New beginnings are sad until they become home and we find the key to life still fits the lock

Author's Note

Inspired by one of my favorite places on the planet.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

There's a sequence of gentle scenes here, each carrying a sense of where to be, where to rest... the setting is marvellously laid. You can move from Man Write to Magic Write, depending on your thought or memory (both?) trip, Here is a place to be, with people to meet and love.. memories made. I'd love to visit.. and that is what makes a piece of writing, prose, poetry, worthy of admiration. Will return to read again..

[Lorry]

So true my friend, says the weirdo who chose rainswept, arctic winds to start new, over the more sane place with nice weather. Saying that, it is kinda nice having 600 acres of scots pine forest for a back garden. (not mine, it just starts at the end of my fence) :)
Those trees do make handy anchors, making their roots ours over time and being the beacon in our mind that calls us home.
No matter how great a holiday you have, the thought of going home is my favourite part of the holiday.
Superb.

[Crowley]

That actually sounds delightful...and cold, where is it at? And going home regardless of where it you feel that way is wonderful. Thanks for the review!

[Lorry]

Moved from the west of scotland to Inverness in the north. The packaging looks pretty, but the reality is you wear more layers than the box in pass the parcel :)

[Crowley]

I felt that way in Iceland when we visited this year. Brrrrr....