Palms wavering in the Key West light.
High noon
I hide in the shade
My eyes blinded by brightness
Maybe it’s the light
Making the horizon so close
As if it were the edge of the world
Sailors fear the edge of the world
I have no fear
I stand on land.
Key West.
I swim out a hundred yards.
No fear
The water is only chest-deep
My feet rest on sand.
Key West of the past
I will not awaken any sea monster
Nor tread on a dead fish
I am scared of sea monsters
Lurking under the waves
They could be America’s Godzilla
Waiting an awakening to burn Miami to ashes.
One must be scared of sleeping monsters
Monsters in strange waters at the end of US1.