Porto Vell

All the ships sleeping--
what peace.

The pillow of
blue, celestial for the moon.

Lights of the port reflect
in water like eyes, looking.

I realized today that
I cannot live away from the water
ever again!

From the train
I saw the coast,
bluer than ever
in the sun, happy.

My heart rose--
I laughed, with myself!

Porto Vell--
tiny and full of lights,
ships with eyes looking to the water.

Water is the protagonist--
the hero.

January 2005