Hummingbirds in the flowers below. Overcast, calm.
I look up to see a boat the size of China silently going by. It is decorated in streamers of colors- fun guaranteed!
We are waiting for Jessie and Vergil who are renting a scooter and we are going to town for breakfast and then Playa Corona, maybe, to hang and snorkel. I have to study my script. I am starting to panic. Why, why, why did I think I could do this?
I keep dreaming of a friend I had once who is, like very, very thin woman, very, very thin. In my dreams she is the music director of a church. She is working at a bar. She is making overtures of friendship.
Very, very thin woman ate her breakfast. I cannot just approach her. You have no idea of the walls she has around her, whether of her making or merely perceived on my part. I am so tempted to take a picture of her but that would be so wrong.
Perhaps she is the mistress of the Mexican president who is on the island with his family. Or so I hear.
When I see her, I smile, she smiles. That's the best I can do.
One of the black grackle-like birds with the huge tail is standing on the rocks below, finding tiny things to eat.
We are all here, at this place in Cozumel. The people, the birds, the lizards, the fish.
The children are here. Children! Ha!