Kwajalein

Kwajalein

by Taruru Naut

Living on an island which no one knows of.

It feels like you're in a movie,

Ten feet away from the ocean.

Ten people at a beach. 

Ten seconds to get a sun kissed face…

I mean, a horror movie.

Ten milk cartons left,

Ten things to do here,

Ten different tiny stores with nothing, and

Ten hours to get to the mainland and buy Panda Express.

Yap

The smell of the freshness and nudity of the island 

The greens and browns from top to bottom

Stone money left there centuries ago

Warm and affectionate people everywhere you went

Always giving me the natural island fever.