Memories of Manzanillo Mexico, Van Morrison & Madam George: A Summer Poem
A memory, 1987
I sit on the beach
waiting for the dance of dawn
Thru headphones I hear this Voice
come through Van Morrison.
A storm rages out on the horizon.
The water bathes my bare feet.
My breath is warm from just-enough tequila.
Lightning descends sharp down to the sea.
for one flash of a second, clarity.
I feel the low-bottom rumble
of approaching thunder
on damp sand & cracked earth
I fall into a trance with “Madam George”
into the mystic mexico night.
one perfect moment amidst an astral week.