My husband fidgets with
the energy of a child and
watches the horizon for
his first glimpse of Mexico.
“I can’t believe we are almost there.
I have never stepped beyond the shores
of the United States and soon we will
touch our toes upon the beaches of Cozumel.”
I line my pockets
with coin purse shells
holding treasured white sand.
Money cannot buy the joy
of blue water and dreams
etching their way into my memory.
How does one write words
that do justice to the beauty
dancing across my retinas?
I want to stay, plant my hope
among the waves and feel
them splash me with renewal.
Mexico, your colors will be
the sunshine lighting my thoughts
when darkness tries to have its way.
“It seems we left pieces of us in the sand of Mexico doesn’t it hun? Home looks different. There is so much clutter and threadbare nerves here. I wish we could go back, say the hell with getting ahead and just live on tortillas, love and dreams.”
©Susie Clevenger 2013
Corey at Real Toads has us writing Destinations and Dialogue.