Yes! no, mi close . mi can't forget, Miss Femi; habits
flowered since the feel breeze songsters sailed : kitchen
table cup lip sip . sun rise scripture wringing dry
salt bed sheet.
Ready – since the moth days of love letter, lamp shade,
yield on marriage lawn – made time ketch you left
you thick rain see through windows \ the teapot hot
spout, crystals refine; your tinkle stirs, congratulating.
Morning . unhook the stem hung tomato; summon
yuh Rasta nettle weedster \ Evening . sign in Di’fer,
your only child, account.
Who need lift
shop, banana you could squeeze jam own juice make.
And tell book players who drop by coffee ground well
cell calibrate.
Kno' seh how island fate line draw : hair
fear skin preset, pikka wrong strong peppering; yard
graffiti dance a wall . half sad a mother shedding.
Fi back climb
change yam you decline, fi Zion step finesse.
True, something always there . grace
jar badlabeling : mountain top ‘reachers, carnivores
for Pastor time ! think they know you . how yu burn ‘ol
Mas Joe poets ✓might, peace finding.
– W.W.
MARA
The bridge between this marriage (yet) of mirrors –
The kind of mutuality that insists
On itself more often than our learnt sepa-
rations let themselves be aware of or imagine –
Is born of a detachment become a zeal
Of posing that lets each woman do nothing
But wait, without waiting, to pounce and to fix.
But at last the mirrors eyeing each other
Have nothing to adjust but their reflections
Of each other’s waiting-determined blankness.
And so they confront each other by fronting away,
The space between them like a pregnant belly –
Whose waters’ break Mara suddenly forces:
Nous croyons que le monde est plus grand que nous.
(from “Charon’s Anchors” by Brian Chan)
FARJOURNEY CARIBBEAN 