Night Bike Ride Poem by Alan Strand

Tropic screen doors open
From my jungle bungalow
Flowers in the evening breeze
Fragrancing the flow.

Rhythmic cheerful chirpings
Some night-crawlers in the park,
A distant yappy guard dog
Challenging the dark.

I sense gentle swayings
Of coconut palm fronds
Rustling out their ancient tunes,
Whispering their songs.

Aromatic ocean,
I bike into that sea
Cutting pools of sleepless air-
A cool cacophony.

(Koh Samui, Thailand,2008/02/16,2010 hours, upon returning from the gym on my scooter)