Jamaican Mystery
Oct 12, 2023
My lips are salty
Seasoned by sun-warmed water
Coaxed into a smile
By the antics of Ace
The resident cat
A glass of Red Stripe
Slick with condensation
Skitters down the bar
And stops
By my hand
Without losing a drop
I lift my eyes
To ascertain
It’s origin
The door snicks shut
The curtain flaps
My benefactor
Remains anonymous
Ten years on I wonder
Was it even meant for me?
