Jamaica Muse     Walking along the silver sand, under an ocean of unfamiliar stars, I muse upon the tide being gently lured towards land by a nearly full moon. Apprehensively, small swells approach in silence, until they gather enough courage to come out of hiding. And their time comes as they roll in to softly sip at the shore. But one sweet slurp is all  they have strength for. They let go with a hissing sigh as they slide back into anonymity. At last they have had their moment of bliss.   By John Heron   Back