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
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