Blue Water Christmas Tree

I could see it,

a bright island

in the January sun.

My feet had barely

trod a handful

of states in my

own country.

Yet on the horizon

Cozumel was

just a few minutes

across blue waves.

Inside I was a child

seeing a Christmas tree

for the first time.

How fitting the ship

that carried me beyond

my narrow experience

bore the name of Ecstasy.

©Susie Clevenger 2013

At Real Toads Ella asked us to write a poem about wow. It is hard to explain or communicate the wow in me when I first lay eyes upon Cozumel, Mexico. I felt like the little girl who grew up in a tiny house in the country had just been offered the moon. Ella's Edge