The Tropic of Cancer

Escapism and the longing to escape is the theme with this poem. For a second it did cross my mind back there. How about I move here and just forget about everything and everyone? I would not be able to, probably. Fuerteventura is not that far away. But for mental distancing it was perfect. I still dream of escaping here and there but then I return to where I am and continue going.

Be like water.

Written in El Cotillo, Fuerteventura, Spain 2021

Let’s draw the line right here.

Right at this point where 

The whispers of the sea

Buzz all day and night

And the wind cracks the

Never ending azure surface 

This is the place. I know

It’s loud and I know you

Cant swim but the chains

Don’t drag me down. I 

Cant hear their sounds, 

Cant fear their hug

Cant understand their tongue

Maybe the castle will be

Washed away with the

Tide every day, but 

I don’t care about that.

I’ll make it strong and 

Waterproof. I found the

Black lava rocks on the beach

In el cotillo. They have been there

For thousands of years, withstanding

All those hardships, all that change.

I want to be that. A hardened 

Emotion that could bring end

When pushed to the precipice.

A ticking time bomb that froze

Into solidness. I love the solitude 

Of the thought but I know I can’t be all that.

I have to swim in the waves I create.

One day I might try something else.

- A