Sinking in

palm beach
palm beach

Sinking in

One year on
I hold out my arms
tip back my head
and float, at last,
on my South China Sea.
Now aquamarine,
bejeweled
island of treasures
flour-fine sands
stamped black
with feathered palms.
Malaysia. Now
you hold me in your hands,
becalmed. At peace.
I’ve sunk down
into ‘settled in’.
I sigh,
breath steady
as this lapping sea,
transparent as the shoreline.
I understand you now
as you lick my skin
with pebbled waves.
Move me, gently.
Let me lie down with you
that I may learn the contours of your face
and come, in time,
to love you so,
that I will hate to say goodbye.

Lang Tengah, Sari Pacifica hotel

 

I felt it happen last week in Penang. We were driving to the spice garden,  I was admiring the view and the tropical flora and suddenly something in my torso went clunk. It felt as if I went down a few floors in an elevator. It seems I sank, went down a gear.

A few days later, as I floated in the sea off an island off the east coast I was inspired to put this momentous occasion down in words.

It is  1 months since I arrived in Malaysia, and it is only now that I feel I am settling in. I can ‘see clearly now, the rain has gone’, it seems. I can relax. It is starting to feel like home.


3 thoughts on “Sinking in

  1. I love reading your writing and am so happy at the contents this time. Glad you feel happy in your current home.

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  2. Beautiful! Felt that clunk myself in Dubai in the 80’s – complete and utter happiness and contentment. Long may it last. When Mike and I went out to Dubai last October I stood in the murky sea looking out onto a vast metropolis of brown skyscrapers, tourists jam packed on the beach and behind me a massive red crane building yet another island. A dredger was spewing out sand and foam which spoiled the sea and I just stood and wept. What have they done? The ache in my heart comes back every time I think of it. Sad.

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