Guided by dolphins, the sands of time
Took me on a Carribean Tide with friends.
Clear down to the toes!
The colors are true! (In every shade!)
The Bold Rooster of Key West crossed his road.
Shiny, bright-eyed grackles in full song…
Left my shoes with ghosts of pirates,
Near the beauty of the water.
Slipped by waterfalls under tropical green,
Down to a Jamaica Beach.
Beware the Market Road!
A Frigate bird sails the cloudy skies.
The last of stormy seas rock us to sleep…
And across the floor!
Awake to Bahamas! (and some sun)
Another day of beach: pods of snorklers and standing-surf-boarders,
Gathered in the water, where para-sails go by.
Sit in a chair, take a float,wait in long line to boat…
Time for Native Flute (Good for every port!)
The ship is near, raise a cheer!
Onboard…Maybe a show!
Dancers,singers ready to go.
Don’t be late! “Hey! Don’t walkout!”
(“45 minutes since you last ate???!!”)
Ah, breakfast by Windows of sea!
In our room, a balcony!
Towel animals! (friendly porter)
Walk the decks But…
Music Maker awaits! A Fine Duo!
Don’t miss them! New friends!
Think I’ll dance!
The night is ending.
“Spirit” turns leaving memories in the morning sun.
Port calls us home
Mason Trent is a poet, professional dancer and a storyteller. She started writing poetry and prose from a very young age. And has memorized and recited poems from Shakespeare to Rilke. Every year she is published as a guest of City College in their publication, “Poetry in Performance.” In 2009 she made a CD of “imaginary folk” story songs (“From Somewhere,”) written on her little papoose guitar. She also loves playing her Native American flute, live music, Nature, coaching students in dance and spending time with good friends.