Waterforest

Then I saw her
A sepal in a dazzling troupe
Whirling in a dizzying spiral
Lost in musical traffic,
Holding out her palms-outwards,
And outwards, and outwards, and
Curving, and curving, and curving-
Till they became a blur of transition

Then I saw her again
A sepal still, whirling
Her tress a blur of colour
Part of an immaculate enigma
And there came a tranquil space
In which she saw…
And both of us lolled, victims of a far away din
Transposed to an isle, still victims of a far away din
Holding our fingers to our ears, still victims to a far away din.
In this space I saw her
We spoke like flutes
Piping to crescendo
To our new Creole

Then I saw her, her chest
Heaving at the back of the stage,
Guzzling a bottle of water
Wiping her brow-
Stuffing money in her bra-
Hugging that man-
Walking away-
I still see her
As the descending night life coming each day
And taking me away.