Sunday, 19 February 2012

Paradise



This piece of corral, from paradise, evokes a shared meal of whole grey mullet and rice. A sleep under a star filled sky, on a stretch of coconut-bordered east coast Sri Lanka; waking up to the sounds of the Indian Ocean and the howls of a pack of wild dogs.

Then later, in Jaffna, there was nothing to drink. The hotel only had water for two hours a day; cafes were closed. To the rescue: a local man: smiling with beetle-red teeth. A tree climbed and coconut harvested out of kindness. His machete sliced the large green-nut; cool, sweet liquid quenched our thirsts. 

A small piece of corral picked up from paradise: long before the hell of civil war and tsunami.

No comments:

Out of my head