Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Grace in the arms of Haiti Embraced by the arms of Haiti, Grace twirls in a whirlwind of eddies. She's Mexico bound. Yet she stops to bathe on the beach in Jamaica, dances to the beat of the waves against trees, passes on by with a flick of her tongue. She's westward bound on a mission to prove the Aztecs and Mayans wrong. The world doesn't end according to legend. It ends when she says so. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.208] (16.agosto.2021) |