Seeking Comfort

wrapped around the shoulders
towels are
like wings spread wide...
the wind blows them
side-to-side
and into the sun
eyes squint wide
letting little in...
no penetrating today
or any other day,
when the Caribbean sun
glares and flares,
reflecting water...
Jamaican Rum flows
and glows inside
while cooked palms
on island sands
point to the skies...
blow breeze blow
as the legends go,
twisting in lounge chairs
seeking a little comfort.

17Jun16