Poetry About Cuba

Rain brightens the blue doors of Old Havana. A trumpet climbs above the traffic noise. Laundry lifts between weathered balconies. The sea keeps speaking beyond the Malecon. Families carry islands across every distance. Cuba turns in memory like a well-worn song.

Return once more to the exact detail. A trumpet climbs above the traffic noise. Its silence contains more than we expected. Families carry islands across every distance. Careful seeing becomes its own reply. Cuba turns in memory like a well-worn song.

Rain brightens the blue doors of Old Havana. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. Laundry lifts between weathered balconies. It returns us to island life, Havana streets, music, migration, memory, sea, and histories held in daily life. Families carry islands across every distance. The day continues with a more attentive heart.