In the blue harbor, my hammock
creaks and sways to the song
of coconut palm wind chimes.

Waves slosh against the islanders’
houseboats dotting the water—
a Seurat painting.

Mangrove trees exhale—
breathing life into the haze
and clear gurgling riverbed.

Flashy wild orchids wrap
in hushed tones
around trunks of palm trees.

An osprey chirps
from a nest high
in the kapok tree.

The golden trumpet orb
sounds an end to the day
and slips below the horizon.

In the evening
the ocean whispers
and the nightjars chant—

the earth has music
for those
who listen.