Magenta World
A world of my own creation
I live in a magenta world
of pink horizons
and painted skies
where pelicans glide
across dimpled seas.
The horizon curves
where volcanoes carve
their shape into sky.
As our cruiser points northward
the saline air swallows my brain
in a warm embrace.
I am alive.
Alive in a world
of my own creation.
(Galapagos)
A poem by Pemba Umoja