Tropical Danger

Tropical Danger


I am caged within a high, chain-link fence.
There is a manned guardhouse at each entrance.
The outside perimeter of the fence is patrolled by guards
with Uzi sub-machine guns strapped to their backs.

I am a foreigner. Natives don't speak my language.
There is danger in the night. I must be vigilant.
I have heard stories of the careless and unwary
who disappeared without a trace -- left only memories.

Even in daylight, thieves could be lurking nearby.
Shaded by tropical palms, gazing at the ocean,
I stand at the swim up bar with my Pina Colada
pondering, "Thai or sushi for my evening meal?"