The Crocodile's Belly and the Rolling Wave

On maps, Cuba is crocodile-shaped, but when I look at a flat paper outline, I cannot see the beautiful farm on the crocodile’s belly. I can’t find the palm trees, or bright coral beaches where flying fish leap, gleaming like rainbows.

end of part 3start of part 4 ​Box startsSometimes, I feel like a rolling wave of the sea, a wave that can only belong in between the two solid shores.

Sometimes, I feel like a bridge, or a storm.