Serenity – By Al Flemming a Caribbean Poet and Author. Serenity Familiar. The wind commands the attention of not only my body, But my soul, As my very being is lifted gently by the salty surprise that each breath provides. A feeling all too familiar. My eyelids collapse for a mere moment as I feel truly at peace. Alas, This is when she catches me off-guard. Her waves creep up on me softly. Disguised by the spell which the wind has cast. Her touch is gentle. Her waves brush my feet as the sand massages my sole. But she is a shy one. When I turn to greet her, She…