Over the next 5 days I will be posting:
Saint Lucia
(An Epic)
It is an extended poem in 5 sections, about my first visit to Saint Lucia. To make the post manageable, I will not post the whole poem at once, but will do it one section a day. This day’s post is the departure and trip to Saint Lucia.
Saint lucia
(An Epic)
I
Departure
Home and the family farm
And the departure and the road and travel and time
Anticipation and passing time
Music and the road and a little writing
Travelling and time
And music in the truck and a little talking and a nap
Time and travelling
The overnight hotel by the airport
The swimming pool after dinner
Reclining in our room before sleeping
Fire in the control tower
And we waited for the plane’s push-back
Take-off delayed an hour
And boredom and anticipation
And sitting 37,000 feet above the Atlantic
And time and iPod headphones
An hour, hours, another hour
Two ours left “Time’s going fast,” Carol said
And strains of Bach’s Cello Suite #6
And a little writing
Half nodding off and nodding off
Landing, immigration, customs
A new world, tropical
Saint Lucia
David Fekete 