Cold Front Over Key West, 9Cold Front Over Key West

The Spiritual Traveler


Leaden skies have been hanging over Key West, my vacation a bust.  This is what paradise looks like when you take the sun away for a week.


Cold Front Over Key West, 2My favorite spot - where the road sharply bends and opens out onto the sea.  I hunker down by the breakwater.  A rollerblader navigates the hairpin curve, at the exact spot where the continent ends with finality.    



Cold Front Over Key West, 7On the reinforced concrete pier, a Rotary sign, like a compass, points the way to eternity.  At this meeting place between heaven and earth, I remember some lines from the Tao-te-Ching: "Darkness within darkness, the gate to all mystery."





Cold Front Over Key West, 4At the AIDS memorial - there is a quote from Kahlil Gibran: "For what is it to die except to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?"  Or to dive into the sea.








Cold Front Over Key West, 1Xmas eve, I'm hunkered down in a bar.  All I want is a frozen margarita with plenty of salt on the rim of the glass.  Nothing but margaritas and salt for me.








Cold Front Over Key West, 3The next day, I'm back on the beach.  The gulls sit on the rim of the breakwater and stare at the passersby, as if curious about the bedraggled race of men they see.  








Cold Front Over Key West, 5The beach is deserted, sun umbrellas poking out of the sand like miniature parasols on the rims of cocktail glasses beneath the lush, green trees.    









Cold Front Over Key West, 8A row of birds on the pier, at attention like a military honor guard.  In the background, an amusement park with a ferris wheel.  Reality standing guard over fantasy.  







Cold Front Over Key West, 6The monument to Jose Marti.  At one time, it was a point of reference for those nostalgic for the Cuba of old.  I'm listening to Gloria Estefan singing a song in Spanish.  Punto de refencia - point of reference.  She sings of a failed love that will forever be a symbol to her of something to avoid, like the dangerous reefs that broke many an ancient sailing vessel along the Keys.  



The monument in Key West seems as far from Cuba as the love of which Gloria Estefan sings is distant from me.  A cold front is hanging over Key West; the continent seems too small.  I feel hemmed in, and wait for release.
 
Date Submitted:
2004-01-02 00:00:00
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