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    I closed my eyes

    I CLOSED MY EYES
    5/12/2006

    I closed my eyes and
    Thought about the many places I had been
    I thought about the many words I had read
    And even the words I had written

    My eyes remained shut and ..

    My mind wondered to far off lands
    Where meadows are full with green things
    Where trees have endless amounts of leaves
    Where mountains wear white hats
    Where valleys hold soft streams
    Where the canyons in the earth capture untold beauty

    My eyes remained shut while

    My mind thought about scenes in movies
    Oceans all blue and full of anger while feeding small fishing boats
    White houses with Cobalt blue trim that line the Grecian streets
    The splendor of cathedrals
    The magnificence of golden bridges
    The loveliest smiles on the faces of children who have hunger as a part of their lives

    I closed my lids tighter and my nose remembered …..
    The smell of coffee
    The baking of bread
    Countless cooking by the beach
    The fragrance of a woman
    The sweat of a child
    My grandfathers’ pillow

    My ears recalled…

    The sounds of the music of my first dance and how I stumbled
    The words of my mother when I pained
    The first utterance of my child at birth
    My cat - in the day – in the sun – on the porch – making purring sounds endlessly
    The sound of talking in the house

    My stomach sent me a message and I remembered my hunger

    The ache grumbled and was real
    I opened my eyes – looked at the earth
    And saw that …

    I was sitting
    In my yard
    Buttocks on ground
    My back was leaning to the bent shape of a Divi tree
    My head was cradled on my arms and they rested on my knees
    I looked at the earth
    The earth was made of brown sand
    The millions of dead leaves that had become a brown mulching powder

    Sweat was falling from the point on my nose
    I saw that I was wearing torn tennis shoes
    There was the smallest piece of a broken toy off to the side
    An old wooden thread-spool, which was stained by time, sat listlessly
    In front of me was a line of ants carrying bits of ‘white’ something
    Even, like our small island - in the world of ants, the queen is powerful

    And understood that

    Everything in my past had inadequately prepared me for this bit of splendor.
    This fleeting moment of eloquence

    With care not to disturb the ants,
    I reached down and took Aruba’s’ earth in my hand
    Smelled it
    The earth that lives under trees is soft and brown
    I put it to my lips
    And
    Tasted home
    My hunger left me and I never looked back



    Charles Croes
    5/12/2006
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    be well
    charles

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    wonderful

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    As we celebrate Thanksgiving here in the states your writings are especially timely. It reminds us of what life is all about and what's important. Thank you.

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