"...water to me
deep and bold and fathoming

...moon’s eye to me
pull and grained and mantling

...sunrise to me
rise and warm and streaming

...the fishes red gill to me
the flame tree’s spread to me
the crab’s leg the fried plantain smell
replenishing replenishing

Go to your wide futures, you said"


Praise song for my mother (adapted) - Grace Nichols