I cannot wait till I am there.
Finally the feel of heat on my impatient skin
To bask like an unscaly monitor on a hardened sun lounger
Slats digging into flesh just so
Mouth parted – coming up for air! –
Sweat, at first struggling to bead against humidity
runs clean tiny rivulets.
Arms over sides not reaching the unwanted props of magazines and drink
Browning like a buttered potato
Oily limbs, shiny nails, exposed feet happy and defiant
Precautions taken reluctantly
The sun pins me down with wave after wave of unadulterated equatorial heat
My back up against the world.
Eyes shut, I take in the dry clackering of spindly palm leaves
the stretching ocean glinting beyond my toes
the rampant screetch,
the insistent whine of the jungle
pulsing light, shade and damp behind me.
I know the little Beasts that swim and crawl and climb in the swamps
Rubbing their little legs together
And all the while I’ll lie
Hot, heavy, indulgently oppressed
A sweaty, four-pronged fleshy human speck on the globe
Waiting for the crack and gasp
Of my 3 o’clock thunderstorm