From the Window of My Hotel
A heavy darkness opened my eyes. I didn’t know where I was but for sure I was not at home. My mouth and my soul were dry and the fear of the recent flight gave me waves of chills continuously.
I stood up touching the coolness and the warmth: the floor tile and my husband’s chest.
I felt secure and decided to head towards the window of my hotel.
Seconds seemed an eternity, voices from the past were sending me back to bed to lay down, quietly, with my hands on my chest. Life’s curiosity was pushing me forward, giggling playfully as the corners of my mouth had the tendency of forming upright arches.
“Dusa, what time is it?”
and I opened the curtains of the window of my hotel: The Caribbean Sea!
The turquoise of the water flooded my lungs, the sky of a pale violet played tricks on my imagination while the white of the sand rinsed my retina.
So that’s what Heaven On Earth looks like!
Infinity messed up my hair while hot kisses overwhelmed me with the evaporated humidity of the sea lips. For sure my Dad and Mom were there, with me, embodied in those superb forms of Nature.
The Caribbean Sea was holding me in its palms, like a spoiled little kid, protected from all the Evil in the world.
“Let’s go snorkeling, Dusa!”
We left together, my husband and I, to become one with the innocence of the sea waves, to say “Hello” to the rainbows of fishes and, for the very first time, to have the illusion of breathing through our own gills. Today, yesterday and tomorrow ceased to exist, eardrums became grandfather clocks of the underwater eternity while the violet clouds were bullfighting with swords of fire above The Heaven on Earth.
“Please take off your shoes! Excuse me!?! Take off your shoes!”
I took off my shoes and gave them to be checked for hazardous materials in the airport.
“You know, Madam, we need to do that. It’s a safety issue after 9/11”
I grabbed my sandals off the conveyor belt of the X-Ray machine but it was too late, I already had fins.
I put the white sand back in the pocket of my soul, I placed the shells of the past echoes safely, among my clothes so they wouldn’t break and, I admit, I stole a little turquoise from the Caribbean Sea so I can flood my memory with a little Eternity.
”Hurry, it’s time to get in!”
I closed my luggage sighing deeply and proceeded through the tunnel back to Reality.
I stood up touching the coolness and the warmth: the floor tile and my husband’s chest.
I felt secure and decided to head towards the window of my hotel.
Seconds seemed an eternity, voices from the past were sending me back to bed to lay down, quietly, with my hands on my chest. Life’s curiosity was pushing me forward, giggling playfully as the corners of my mouth had the tendency of forming upright arches.
“Dusa, what time is it?”
and I opened the curtains of the window of my hotel: The Caribbean Sea!
The turquoise of the water flooded my lungs, the sky of a pale violet played tricks on my imagination while the white of the sand rinsed my retina.
So that’s what Heaven On Earth looks like!
Infinity messed up my hair while hot kisses overwhelmed me with the evaporated humidity of the sea lips. For sure my Dad and Mom were there, with me, embodied in those superb forms of Nature.
The Caribbean Sea was holding me in its palms, like a spoiled little kid, protected from all the Evil in the world.
“Let’s go snorkeling, Dusa!”
We left together, my husband and I, to become one with the innocence of the sea waves, to say “Hello” to the rainbows of fishes and, for the very first time, to have the illusion of breathing through our own gills. Today, yesterday and tomorrow ceased to exist, eardrums became grandfather clocks of the underwater eternity while the violet clouds were bullfighting with swords of fire above The Heaven on Earth.
“Please take off your shoes! Excuse me!?! Take off your shoes!”
I took off my shoes and gave them to be checked for hazardous materials in the airport.
“You know, Madam, we need to do that. It’s a safety issue after 9/11”
I grabbed my sandals off the conveyor belt of the X-
I put the white sand back in the pocket of my soul, I placed the shells of the past echoes safely, among my clothes so they wouldn’t break and, I admit, I stole a little turquoise from the Caribbean Sea so I can flood my memory with a little Eternity.
”Hurry, it’s time to get in!”
I closed my luggage sighing deeply and proceeded through the tunnel back to Reality.
Iolanda Scripca, San Diego
