As a youth, you were beautiful you didn’t need a mirror to tell you that you didn’t need to transcend I did that for you. Your earlier face, that asymmetric face was the one I knew best; with the nose offset, thanks to the playing field. Then the glass came between us between…
In this moment
Silence heard through the din of crickets the serene broken only by the unseen. A metallic flash the kingfisher's splash into the green. Paradise. I have been here all my life, waiting for this moment. For Derek Walcott (d. 17th March 2017). His Midsummer, Tobago inspired this poem.