Honey Drops
for Asel, Julio & Aitana

with the sea splashing up
with the wind blowing hard
we ran for the bus in Havana
what very pretty company
what delightful laughter
happy minutes
were rings of a cocoon about us
we each had our own skin
as well, we were together
in the weather of joy
in the season of happiness
your laughter, music you composed
who composed you
heart and soul of Cuba
beating and to bathe in
evening we met among the pews
Basilica seats we exchanged
for bus seats, bus wheels
to journey on,
the rest of our lives to get on with
how impatiently seconds tick
these same seconds at times
like torture dropping
when one in prison sits
we though are as free as birds


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
8:52 p.m. 16/10/07