Life is happening all around me and I am part of the flow, the change, the acceptance, the reaching for something else, the transforming to become winged.
The caterpillars are eating the Frangipani tree. They are so beautiful and the tree is almost stripped clean –all the leaves have been devoured. I wonder what the tree says to the caterpillar? Do the caterpillars apologize, say they are partial to the leaves and purple flowers. I nibble at everything in sight.
Down the road, the horses are horny. As I begin my walk I watch them sniff each other then the males mounts the female until she shakes him off.
Returning from my walk, the mare is wallowing in the dirt, rolling around as if to dislodge something…The stallion is no where to be seen. Often, after intercourse couples turn their backs to one another.
The bees love the Haita/Sea Hibiscus/Maho. The swarm it. They have been frisky and lost, flitting everywhere, seemingly confused in search of the queen or a hive. Death might be eminent as the pollens swirl in the wind and the petals fall to the ground. Love is like that sometime — it hits rock bottom then soars. Figures!
There is so much abundance I swoon. The fruits ripen all at once. We spent almost an hour sighting and picking belle apples. The nease berries/mesple/sapodilla/chicle are in fruit. The custard apples/coriazon are in the trees and the ackee branch is so weighted it broke. Bats and birds prey and we do what we can to have enough and leave them some.
I pop 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 belle apples in my mouth. I slice off the top and suck the seedy juice in my mouth. I want their juice to lather my skin.
I want to run naked.
I want to fly away to India.
I want to stop wanting to make a contribution, and really contribute.
My mind finds the words then hold them in my mouth until they vanish, not saliva, not meaning, not fact just a promise that is coming…