Sat May 10
Day 15
More meetings and preparations,
And goodbye conversations,
Off to sail,
For many days,
Eager to leave the bussle of Mahe.
Not to miss the tuna factory,
Or music at nights.
A decision made,
As I noticed my negative attitude,
A realization,
Life is good, no reason to complain,
This solitude is good for my soul.
And 22 days will come in time,
No rush for the future,
I may miss out on the present.
A gentle ride,
Chevalier bay for the evening,
A quick swim,
Spaghetti dinner and wine,
Exercise on the trampolines,
And watching the stars from my hammock,
Reading tales of shark hunting.
And finally to sleep listening to waves crash against shore.
Sun May 11, Mothers Day
Day 16
Beautiful morning,
A swim to shore,
A run on a quiet empty beach,
Just before the sun could peak over the mountain,
Embracing every second of beauty,
As Mom will do on the other side of the world,
Life is too good to be sad to be apart,
When we are both so happy in our own worlds,
Living in the moment.
An 8 hour sail,
testing my patients,
Thinking,
Learning to relax,
Splitting my time between rotating activities,
Music in the sun,
Thinking
Watching the horizon
Exercise,
Thinking
Stretching,
Learning knots,
Writing thoughts,
A lot of thinking
Time passes,
Bird Island in the distance,
Suddenly I see why,
Thousands of bird,
Circling,
Talking,
Sharing food,
So many different circles,
Like a swarm of them,
bigger then the clouds,
Absolutely amazing,
Going down,
With the speed of the sun,
Dropping.
Leftovers,
Life conversation,
More writing,
Stars and sleep.
The Spinnaker
Monday May 12
Day ?
Morning rainbow
And oats for breakfast,
Short rain shower,
Off to shore,
An island boy,
Now a man with a wife and a child,
Managing this place
He has always called home.
Walking us through,
Egg laying ground,
They say six hundred and seventy thousand pairs,
Of sooty turns,
And thousand more varieties,
Telling stories of individual trees,
Hard for me to imagine his life,
So different.
Back to Erica,
And off on the rubber duck,
To survey the diving.
Home for lunch,
Music, exercise and a swim,
Scrubbing the duck.
A ride to shore,
To watch the birds,
As the circle
And cry
And come in from shore,
Again they set with the sun,
Finding a place to rest for the night.
Must be up to circle bright and early,
To find a mate,
Off to fish.
An unreal phenomenon,
SO loud and intense.
A beautiful sunset,
A nice dinner,
Talking politics and culture
And off to bed
THE NEXT DAY
Another sunrise,
Conservation conversations,
Off to the drop,
A well planned dive,
a steep wall,
Different,
A surface interval,
And another nice dive,
With thermal or halo-clines,
Cold Hazy water in spots,
Another safe dive complete
A beautiful new anchor,
Exercise,
A swim,
Finishing my book in the hammock,
A rainbow.
And again the birds,
Squawking louder as the sun falls beneath the sea,
Flying lower then yesterday,
Searching for a place to nest.
Freshly smoked tuna,
Wine
And a bit of chocolate,
Another day passed,
Learning to relax and find peace with myself,
And pleasure in the shared solitude we have,
Trying to stop my yearning for him,
Really embracing this magnificent place,
Knowing it wont be mine to explore forever.
And still wanting . . waiting
Wishing. . . .I had more chocolate,
And still I can't stop . . .
Counting the days.
Wed May 14th
Breakfast and coffee,
Off to shore for a visit,
Meet Esmerelda,
HE is the biggest tortoise in the world,
OFf to dive the wall again,
More current,
Same fish,
A small cave,
Nothing spectacular,
Afternoon exercise,
Laps,
Shore for sunset, drinks, dinner,
Learning of life here,
The past,
The Moucha
Erotics fire dances of long ago,
Unable to see,
A culture,
In general a lack of something in the Seychelleios.
Curious why.
A bird shit on my shoulders,
They say this is good luck
Back to Erica,
Feeling ready for a change,
And off to bed.
Thursday May 15th
Oh so this is where my basic daily poetry ended. Bird was an amazing experience, glad to have seen it and happy to move on. A 13 hour sail later we arrived in Parslin, the next morning we were off to La Digue, What a wonderful island.
La Digue
Bicycles rolling,
From a locals arms to a tourist exploration,
Friendly smiles,
Dreadlocks and fish everywhere,
Searching for a culture.
A mother and her two children,
Comfortable on one bike,
Logical transportation,
A young couple,
One pedals as the other sits,
Or even two friends,
Any age,
Big or small.
Absolutely outstanding beaches,
Of rocks and boulders coming from the sea,
Caves with light sparkling through,
An indescribable beauty.
Giant tortoises,
And luscious green everywhere.
And even horses.
A bicycle rented,
So I could see it all,
An inevitable fall,
A scratch to remember,
Peddling through lives,
More beautiful beaches,
With out a soul in sight.
I stopped at a shop,
In search of chocolate,
Not existent here,
A sketch pad and colors instead,
To occupy my mind,
And my attempt at artistic ability.
A week passing quickly,
I smile at each person,
Every soul I pass,
A hello,
In my language,
One that only some respond,
Usually in shock by my smile.
Reggae, music,
Pizza,
Fish and rice,
Searching for an identity,
A combination,
Of cultures and ideas,
Much like our own.
Finding peace in a park,
More long distant conversations,
Plans of logistics, love and desire.
Thankful to find appreciation,
In the tranquility,
And quiet,
And a bicycle,
Pedaling towards the sea.
May 24
Eight more Sunsets
Sitting on a rock,
Falling into the sea,
My heart asleep,
Nine thousand miles away,
Waves rhythmically remind me,
Waking me,
Splashing patience,
The swell too small to wash me,
Sun not strong enough to burn me
To make me feel reality
Counting islands, rocks and clouds,
As minutes hours and days slowly pass by.
You' re sleeping in the horizon,
I swim towards you,
But the current,
Like time is holding me back,
I'm swirling in an eddy at the base of this rock
But each sunset bringing me closer to you
When I close my eyes to sleep
I know soon the sun will rise
With you in my arms,
And we can dive into our new life together.
