It showed up when my eyes were fixed elsewhere,
The sky lit up but I could not see past
Your brown skin’s glow, the gloss of your black hair.
We soon could see the water’s edgy glare
Flashing in and out of view as we searched
The shores for shade and breeze, tables and chairs,
Beneath the dormant flame trees where we perched.
We dined on fresh-caught snapper and sweet crabs
Within sight of the fishing fleets bedecked
With multi-coloured flags and emptied nets
Parked on the high-tide mark as if they’d wrecked.
By Thailand's Gulf I ate and drank and smiled -
Happy in your home - glad to be exiled.