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.