As a long, hard term in LDN draws to a close, I was reminded of this poem by Grace Nichols...I love it so much.
Get me back to some Cornish air soon please!
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
(my island AKA Widemouth Bay)
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