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



Plan
September 2, 2008, 8:45 pm
Filed under: control, earth, healing, Uncategorized | Tags: , , , , ,

List your objectives,

One two three.

Tick them all, perhaps.

But branches grow from

nodes unseen, wrought in

Secret, deep within the trunk;

Roots find water and,

Without reflection on Luck

Or Risk, drink deep, sending

High and varied growth

To greet wind and find sun