February storms Barbados

 

 

Sea is rough

all spinning foam

 

fierce undertow

 

splash of silver,

frigate birds

 

glide like

ancient

 

tetradactyl.

 

All night

it rains

 

as if,

 

the ocean

falls

 

from the sky;

palms clamour

 

beach lost

in spume.

 

High tide

waves sing

 

untranslated

songs of

 

longing.

 

You crave

love;

 

‘’You look so lovely’’

 

I’m never that!

 

Human company

ebbs & flows

 

I toss

my head,

 

washed up

on the shore

 

of other’s

expectation.

 

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