A new pink dawn
Greets thirty-nine sleepy travellers
Barely ready for a long journey north.
Is eaten reluctantly in a petrol parking lot.
Surveying their new surroundings through
Tired and disgruntled eyes.
A new day rises.
Looking around, taking in the view
They gazed in awe at trees which stretched into the blue.
Belts and buckles, keeping them safe
Swinging on ropes and vines at their own pace.
The long hike-
What seems like days and nights
Dragging into months.
However, they discover a grand prize
At the finish line.
The waterfall plunges into the dark pool
And we sigh in relief
Ready to dive into the water.
A new day comes and goes
And before you know it
They’re on the road
Off to see the mangroves.
Back at the beach
Their friends scramble around
Kings and Queens of their own little kingdoms
(By the way, why didn’t I win the
When the blue turns to shades of red and vermillion,
The sky has its own way to tell us to go to dinner.