Wrong Turn on a Holiday Walk
Shared on Poets United following the prompt. -- Wrong Turn on a Holiday Walk Parakeets roam the beach Investigate the sandcastle we could never make. A breeze, in the warmth leads us to the ocean's edge. Here, some postcards, an ice cream box. We turn left. Here a hotel, and a pool with nobody in it. Early morning for the holidaying women and men, The sun not fully burning the skin. The woman in front is very red With thin white stripes on her shoulders Tourist's tattoo. We glance at each other, our olive skin, second home. Time has passed and there are trees A forest, we joke, with wolves. It wasn't here before and now we figure We went the wrong way. Walking forever that day, uphill, mostly Passing rows and rows of coloured houses and cats, who make the island theirs. Perdon , I think, practising asking for directions. We will not be lost visitors. I take matters in my hands. I will lead u...