Pollard Bay
| Give me a towering limestone cliff Over a coral shore Azure waves crashing there Birds called Man-O-War |
Sun bakes our island’s rocky face Blowholes shoot their spray Shrubs cling in ceaseless wind I make my way to a cave |
| Vertical timeless cliff face Ochre streaked on gray Greenery clinging to cracks and faults As in Columbus’ day |
Inside, caverns of jagged rock And organ pipe so smooth The ancient tunnel empty gapes No torrent as in its youth |
| Give me a trail of scudding clouds Watch them cross the top Shadowing the agave there Dizzy, I press the rock |
I look out from my hidden haunt It’s dark though not quite cool The cavemouth frames an endless scene Of turquoise, green and blue |
| Sea grape, broadleaf, buttonwood Ipomea vine A huddled cockspur with yellow seeds A few of them now mine |
What a scene! What imagery Here in this timeless place Devoid of man and all his schemes Just land and sea and space |
| Life exists everywhere Even this salty strand A fallen cay, a small fig tree A lizard on the sand |
Space for thought and introspection Painting and creation Daily cares fall into place In nature’s culmination |
| Jwp 20110328 Inspired by the painting Pollard Bay by Thuyi Tin Aung |
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