I. Blue-green tones don’t split the sky from sea
nor separate from shoreline cantata,
high-flying wings salute hiding mantas
then fold to hammerhead the Caribbean,
palms shimmy against the breeze
textures rub one another with no loss of pith,
mangroves sneak into lagoons, root at a time
bones hide beneath blind fish in timeless cenotes.
Myriad greens of mountains deepen
untie scents of jasmine and tangled sweetsuckle
moth-like people flutter to sputtering neon
long for fantasy on dimming streets
and not so far north of Tulum
Cancun shapeshifts to light antithesis.
I cannot hold you.
Painting: abstractal by sue 2006
Blue-green tones don’t split the sky from sea