May 28, 2006 - Miami, Florida
A drowning
This afternoon, as I was climbing onto a finger pier at Dinner Key Marina, my phone tragically slipped through the failing velcro security restraints of her (formerly very handy) designated purse pouch to land about 3 feet to the right of said pier. Dave, who happened to be swimming around the boat next door with mask and fins, heroically dove to the bottom and managed to pull her out of the water. But it was too late. She had heated up and her insides were bleeding. She could not be saved.
posted by Mahi at 9:12 AM
0 comments
- - -
My phone did not have an easy life. Weeks of neglect during my foreign travels were alternated with myriad endless, pointless conversations whenever I got home, putting unnecessary strain on her system and near inhumane demands on her battery. It really was no wonder she was unable to hold on when her time of need arose. She was too weak.
But she was a good phone - a very hard worker, never too tired to give a cheerful ring, and until her replacement arrives by overnight mail, I will miss her dearly. May she rest in peace.
links to this post
May 22, 2006 - Dry Tortugas, Florida
Passage
We are leaving
posted by Mahi at 5:22 PM
0 comments
- - -
these turquoise crystal waters
fulfilled of brittle coral and yellow bumble free
zebra striped fish.
These moon kissed rocks where
a woman’s love envelops absolute,
a mother’s word the land’s
sole unbroken law.
We are sailing from
these tin roofed houses
wearing layered coats of watermelon mango
banana peeling paint.
This sun worn dock where the old pair rests
caned limbs against the crumbling seawall
arguing, laughing, silent, but every day
huddled there together since the place began -
since their spines began, in unison,
in anticipation, curving back down to meet
the dusted earth.
We are cutting through
these emerald sparkling waves
slicing into pools of whirling forever
unknowable sapphire depths.
Embattled sea where the forbidden island lurks
veiled in looming thunderheads as we
pass her, marooned beauty - perishing but for
one man’s death.
We will keep watch until
that gray rushed current
sweeps us full of obligations
to cold familiar ways
because we are going home
where fathers’ words are bent to suit agendas
and the zebra striped pavement
tells us where to walk.
links to this post
May 9, 2006 - Isla Mujeres, Mexico
Bygone
The ocean looks like satin sheets at dusk,
posted by Mahi at 10:13 PM
0 comments
- - -
slip covering all sight of land beneath
burnt ocher, umber, sienna stirred blue.
My vessel, dipped waist deep in
reflecting sun’s last smoldering array,
leagues removed of asphalt and tangled feathers -
sedately gliding to better destinations.
Never mind the rust mulled barge a long way back,
trailing behind as dead weight towed -
blemish on this smooth expanse.
I would turn around, hail, bid him find another course
for this journey is my own -
but my sails are set, the radio scrambled,
and if I tried to swim the length
I fear the gleaming sea would engulf this body
in her calculated fake silk evening dress,
silently claiming me.
links to this post
May 1, 2006 - Miami, Florida
Is this legal?
So we're driving along a typical wealthy Miami neighborhood street when we come up behind this work truck with one of those official road signals mounted on the back. You know, the ones that point a lighted orange arrow either left or right to direct traffic around it. Except there was no way anyone could possibly get around this truck, given the layout of the street. As in most cases when a truck such as this one is encountered, it didn't make a whole lot of headway and caused a nice little traffic roundup. Our tax dollars at work, I thought, and I must be more patient about these things, I thought. Until I noticed what the truck was doing. This particular vehicle was carrying water, and if you look closely at the photo, you can see a high pressure stream of water extending out from the truck all the way across the left lane. So apparently they've found a very lazy way to water trees in private residential yards in Miami. I wonder if that is legal, to stop traffic for a minute about every 30 yards, and to spray all that water in front of the oncoming traffic in the left lane. The truck wasn't marked with a company name, but that may be because there is a slight possibility that people could get a little ticked off when they get stuck behind this ingenious operation...
posted by Mahi at 6:25 PM
0 comments
- - -)
)
links to this post
