Blessing the Caribbean Sea

I climbed to the top of Uroyán Mountain
and began to bless the Caribbean Sea.
Turquoise-blue water, fertile, pregnant water,
glassy, shining mirror of the blue sky—
tugged by the moon, anchored by the earth,
endless maker of shells.
Fathomless, your voice like folded silk,
bathing the rocks with your briny foam.

Life-giving being,
embraced by the southern coast of Puerto Rico,
serene, serenading the night,
caressed by misty clouds in silence.
Spreading your scented wings
with purpose—yes, with purpose—
a muse’s gentle eyes summon dreams.

Water, you spill the bright heart of water—
and so I bless the Caribbean Sea with a blessing.

It left its footprints in the sand
like a steadfast walker.
Then I came down
and patted
a tiny portion of the tranquil mask
of the Caribbean Sea.
“There you go, Caribbean Sea,” I said,
and I went on my way, pleased…