Jamaican Pantoum

Jamaican Pantoum New Year’s Day 2015 I wake to the crash of the surf on rock lean to see the palm trees sway hear the blackbirds scold and mock see driftwood floating in the bay I watch the palm trees bend and sway feel the sea’s breath stroke my skin leaves and driftwood litter the bay and freedom stirs within the sea breeze soft upon my skin I sense a turning of the tide a seed of freedom blooms within and laughter bubbles deep inside I move with the turning of the tide burn as the fire burns in my soul I’m wild and laughing deep within I know nothing, have no goal I know a fire burns in my soul I hear the blackbirds scold and mock but this moment now, it has no goal I’ll lie and listen to surf on rock