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