About RhB

Philosopher with too much to do, but can't help but think (sometimes over think) and write. A freestyle poet.

Two Beaches

A cruise stop in Sint Maarten led me to googling where to go. A 15 minute walk to Phillipsburg, a 30 minute $3 bus ride later, we were in Mullet Bay. The water was crystal blue, the sand soft and white. It had sprinkled a little in the morning, but it was soon gone.

We spent hours lounging in the sea while the baggage spent time lounging on our $15 loungers (2 of them) under the umbrella. (Note: someone paid $10 for the same set up, but that was because they were only staying 1 hour 45 minutes. )

The tours started coming in after 30 minutes of almost no one there. Catamaran, sailboat, water taxi, yacht… buses… but nonetheless, the water was clear, beautiful and warm. And the people we encountered (since I had to ask where we can take the bus to Mullet Bay) were quite nice on the Dutch side. We never made it to the French side.

However, 15 minutes away…(yes! We walked it!) is the famous Maho Beach. Here is what I saw under a grass shack lunch place…

There were bodies on every inch of sand. It was crowded and noisy. But if you like that, hey! This is your place.

We ate at Driftwood, that’s that grass hut shanty bar.

The wings were delicious. The iced tea was a cold Arizona tea. Couldn’t believe I drank it all! Needed the sugar, I suppose. The wings were bbq wings. They had just a tad bit of heat. It was enough for me. Thank God I didn’t order the spicy. Whew! We were sweating already from the heat. The wings made us sweat more.

We took a $4 per person ride back to the cruise ship terminal. Some didn’t want to pay the extra $2 so they got off at Front Street in Phillipsburg. They were in for a hot 20 to 30 minute walk. My darling SO was too tired. Yes!

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Goal!

Last year, I was looking for battered and fried conch. SO wouldn’t let me get it last year. This year, stopped at Nassau and I went on my own to Sharkeez…

Also had some conch chowdah! Yum!

Of course, it came with the requisite frozen mango and rum treat! It ain’t the Bahamas if it ain’t got rum in it! Pretty pricey lunch for one… it’s a treat, okay?

Runaway

I had a thought

but it was fleeting…

Tried to catch it, but…

Somehow…

It’s now….

lost in the jumble of thoughts

that ran through my day.

It was a good one

while it lasted

but I could not tell you

what form or shape

it would have been

or what form

it could have taken…

If it were blue or black

or rainbow patterned…

It was a thought, sudden

unbidden, unwritten

and then it left…

Like the wisp of genie smoke

or the curlicue of cloud

or the foam

in a cappuccino cup

from the barista in Rome…

It was a runaway thought…

And I could not catch it…

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It’s not over until…

I’ve always said I was a writer, albeit unknown. I write about all sort of things, except when I don’t. Recently, I’ve become an accountant, counting other people’s money. And because of it, returned to school. I now wear a student’s thinking cap. They only gave me a used one, so… the gears have turned rusty, on this thinking cap. I’m waiting for the upgrade, but they said it’ll cost a pretty penny. It’s slow to process many things, it was made in 71. I’m not sure if it was 1871 or 1771. It could have been 1671, it feels like one. Perhaps It’s as old as time, this thinking cap likes to argue. It argues with the computer and its logic. Absurd, I know. One supposes that the thinking cap was somehow imbued with illogical thinking. After all, how can the teacher assign the 13th chapter when it’s not even in the book? It also argues with me, this thinking cap. I tell it I am old and just leave me alone. It counters that I paid excessively for this one class surely I have the will to pass. Just pass for heaven’s sake! But because my thinking cap is eons old, what am I to do?

I ought to buy another computer so it can think for me. Set my thinking cap upon its monitor and press a button. I’m sure between the two of them, they’ll come up with a solution and get me that PhD.

Woman

They absconded with your innocence

Before you could breath

And the rivers of tears flowed through

Your birth to your death

Following your footsteps

like the river Styx

They stole your honor before you

Could even hold that pearl

twixt your fingers

And pointed theirs at you saying

Your fault, your fault

The world and all its ills your fault

Because you were born

to be a woman

That jaded old Eve and her sin

You carry in your tainted hands

That old bedraggled Jezebel

And her crony,

once celebrated Delilah

It was Lilith that bore you

So all the sins of the world are yours…

We have always been blameless…

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Monoliths and Majesty

Travelling for hours after much bickering between my travel mate and I, through English fog and winter’s breathe… we were finally minutes away from the ultimate destination of our English sojourn. My heart pounded slightly faster as if it has longed for this moment. And as we stepped off the site shuttle and stepped on sacred ground, my heart fluttered more.

The first view of Stonehenge was imbued with a sense of reverential magic. In the stillness of the morning, the air vibrated with a sense of meaning.

There were many crows in the fields.

The sky was somewhat overcast. And yet, for a slight second, the sun shone, allowing me to capture this one picture.

It was all worth it. 3000 or so miles away from home, across oceans and countries… I came and saw and felt… a sense of coming home…