this year
turning
a warm wind blows
over
and I am reminded
of the last
when I lay on the grass
catching scent
of another ocean
close shore seas
an incredible temporality
of wind
opening my eye
to determinedly hot sands
interbound with roots
of large leaved trees
resilient to the storms
that love an island
& how completely
it can be swept over
and made
to always hold the essence
of that particular storm
we should have never
gone the way we did
terrible
but instead stayed
meditating
on how
we islands
share storms
and hot
cold tail winds
uninhibited ocean crossing
for plant growth
herb
and prediction
such blunt liars
of empire continued
blaming our misfortune
on tropical storms
and African bees.