Creative Coping


Havana Fisherman
April 5, 2009, 5:45 pm
Filed under: Cuba, eating, fishing, food, hope, Travel | Tags: , , , ,

Sitting on a polystyrene float

Fishing for something,

Feet soaked in salt water,

Cold on the ankles now

As the night-shift approaches,

Watching the water, hoping,

For some late luck to

Dangle off the hook,

As lovers sit, some, backs to

The sea, others, backs to

The road, always pairs

Unless a fisherman,

Solitary, but for bucket, rod

And hope.

 

He sits, sits, polystyrene

Squeaks and creaks and

Waves lap skin and vessel,

Taunting, teasing, ‘What?Still

No catch?’ They seem to say,

Those little bumps and ripples,

Carefree in their endlessness.

 

Time to go, back over the

Malecon*, home, to hunger and

Hungry Rosita, nothing to

Go with rice and beans

But chilled ankles and

Guitar strum.

 

*Malecon is Havana’s conrete wall, about 4 feet high and 2 wide, erected to keep the sea out



Havana Tuna
April 5, 2009, 5:33 pm
Filed under: Cuba, fishing, food, Travel | Tags: , , ,

Sun setting on a fish just

Caught, off the Malecon,

Fresh, clean, shining like

A newly minted coin.

Couples sitting hip to hip

On the concrete tongue that

Rims the shore’s decaying

Edifices. Sometimes a gap,

Crack or gaping window-

Frame plays host to rude guests:

Gust, diesel, dust and spray.



La Coppellia, Havana’s most popular icecream parlour
April 5, 2009, 5:25 pm
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Long line for icecream

Eyes are full with expectation.

All lines are long here,

Even Cubans can afford Time and sun,

Basking in warmth,

Softened with icecream.

Stomachs cool with the cheapest light fluff,

White like the linen worn without

A crease through the heavy

Diesel fumes, past spitting hot-dog stands.



Got rhythm
April 5, 2009, 5:14 pm
Filed under: Cuba, dance, happiness | Tags: , , , , ,

Rumba timba samba

Cha cha Cha

Wa wan Co

Sip, gulp, kiss

 

Swing, lunge, slide

Sway hip up

Round, over Cuba libre,

Marakas  quake

Making jitter

Rythm pickups

Through the smooth

Flow of breeze from

Caribbean  waves

And the worldly gurgle of Chevrolets.



Havana Moon
April 5, 2009, 5:02 pm
Filed under: Cuba, Travel, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , ,

Why am I choked as I

Look up at you

Smiling down on your

Malecon, Drawing the waves close to lovers

making the sea spray

Them with foam

While I sit high up

And far away, over

Havana but not of

Or in her, suspended

Beyond blotchy balcony

And spotless faded sheets

Hanging over windows

Crisscrossed with tape

From the last hurricane.

Need a Cuba Libre, extra

Rum and maybe even Santiago,

To fill this gaping aching hole

Between my ribs that

No sunsetted dome or

Timba drum can fill.

No, give me a bottle of Rum-

Do I miss him or that

Time when I felt

Good about my looks with his on me?