Random Poem

Guanahani, 11

Kamau Brathwaite

like the beginnings — o odales o adagios — of islands

from under the clouds where I write the first poem

 

its brown warmth now that we recognize them

even from this thunder’s distance

 

still w/out sound. so much hope

now around the heart of lightning that I begin to weep

 

w/such happiness of familiar landscap

such genius of colour. shape of bay. headland

 

the dark moors of the mountain

ranges. a door opening in the sky

 

right down into these new blues & sleeping yellows

greens. like a mother’s

 

embrace like a lover’s

enclosure. like schools

 

of fish migrating towards homeland. into the bright

light of xpectation. birth

 

of these long roads along the edge of Eleuthera

now sinking into its memory behind us