Print Travel

Print Travel

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

I could almost feel the cool of the waves,

The colors leaped from the page, jpeg

To jpeg – click – to – click

I almost felt like I was traveling there,

The air, I could feel, would be chilling

My cheeks and causing my nose to

Turn a bright tomato red, but it would

Be sweet, or so to speak, as it would

Be flavored with the neighboring sea

From which the daily catch is brought

In nearby bazaars, as port of bay

For the tourist and townie to browse

Wild shopping. A sailors cry, would cut the wind

And sounds of metal as sails hoisted

To swallow the blowing tide - flapping

Flag beats like cracking whips wagging

Like dragons tail or serpents tongue.

The giggle and gurgling dance of water

Ripples on a rocky carpet shores.

The red sun’s hands rub our backs

On our way in from sea…that’s what

I imagine ‘this’ place would be like.

Click-, -Click-, -Click- …ooh, the Andes…