Ocho Rios Fades Away
Not unlike my wife's new digital efficient silver camera
snapping away, with immediacy and exactitude...
Jamaica fades away, a muted covering photograph of
Hibiscus Lodge mounted on the cliffs overlooking
the Caribbean blue green waters stretching below...
The colourations whose subtleness I'll never really know.
Main Street: deeply black residents and the occasional
tourists passing by and my friend, as lined as I but older,
walking toward town, at ninety three caneless by...
seeking his daily issue of the Gleaner and rum fortified.
We hug briefly, two old men greeting side by side...
Then smiling Donald, the gatekeeper, one more tooth gone...
I too wander: who to speak to and my monologue
to the macaw who struggles toward me down his wired fence,
we are acquaintances longtime associatesí communicating...
Day is born, the conference soon, Bunny and Freddie,
two of the owners, next Paul the same age as I, coffee and talk...
wisdom seeking, but really not, just are meeting repeating spot.
11th February, 2007
Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York.