Morning Sun Poem by James Gibbons

Look into the old man's eyes calendar days backward, holding hands
to see the boy that made the man

The morning reflects the sun
from sky to earth and all within
now I see everything
your fair heart and mine combine
to find ourselves in sunny land

Welcome to Jamaica
sings the old man in the square
surprising friendly communicator
parade of children, scraps of laughter
echoing the rhythms of calypso dancing beat
rhythmic shuffle of calloused feet
charming entertainment, chatter, songs and more
colorful local stuff, carved and painted
and all the primitive junk
saunter along the boardwalk
wondrous hand made crochets
bells and whistles and everything
a couch shell who spent its life
in a water washed rosy pink heaven
piled up and bartered away
bits of heart and soul for sale

Something in me said its not fair
swapping dollars for people
but its done everyday
some wealthier then me

I looked into those ancient eyes and knew our journey was almost done. He saw my smile and friendly face
and in that moment we were one.