Fooled In April Poem by Adrian Antique

We went to the ocean last mid-April …
washed away our well-kept weariness in salt and laughter
And immersed our worries in the clear depths until
What's left of the day were our smiles and luster.

We were six plus two friends and a visitor,
In blue, red, and black like bubbles in the air -
Island-hopping and daydreaming like never before,
Catching glimpses of swimming angels in our hair.

We crumpled joy in a day like soft paper …
Careful not to tear, afraid to lose the color.
Mixing our personal pieces with sea water,
We sang and danced with the fishes and more.

We thought this was a birthing party -
A newborn forging of a gathered promise.
Until after a few days, one just left us with her call to marry …
And still, another suddenly walked away without a kiss.

Love then was a boat journeying towards the sun -
The breeze and daylight embracing our hope was really fun …
But if it's just a happy road with farewells around the bend,
It has become a mirror of words written without the end.


adrian barleta antique 7.11.24