Island Man


(for a Caribbean island man in London
who still wakes up to the sound of the sea)

Morning
and island man wakes up
to the sound of  blue surf
in his head
the steady breaking and wombing

wild seabirds
and fishermen pushing out to sea
the sun surfacing defiantly
from the east
of his small emerald island
he always comes back

groggily groggily

Comes back to sands
of a grey metallic soar
to surge of wheels
to dull north circular roar

muffling muffling
his crumpled pillow waves
island man heaves himself

Another London day
By Grace Nichols

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