Lullaby

Parque Tayrona, Colombia
March 29, 2017

The trusted hands of his grandmother were like strong planks that taught the boy how to levitate. His desperate kicks and cries eventually subsided when she aligned his crooked spine parallel with the sea. With his back to the depths, the boy looked up at her - the woman who gave him balance. She hummed a melody that slowed the pace of his breathing, one that drifted away with every passing tide until she let go.

In the silence of waves, rolled the sea down his cheeks. He lay there motionless like polished driftwood being carried away on the shoulders of the sea. As if under a spell, he stared at the sky for a while, and then closed his eyes to listen. Sailors never trusted the songs of the sea, for fear it would lure them astray. But not all of their songs are destined for misfortune and ruin. Maybe the sound of his grandmother’s lullaby lies suspended - between the heavens and the abyss.