Tradewinds (Barbados)

It rained all night,as if it wouldwash the house awaydown the gully to the sea.Soon the bats couldn’t fly,wings water loggedand the cup shaped palmsheld up their leaves in joy.Early morning trade winds,jungle talks to itselfmonkey’s spin along the fence.Somewhere out beyond the reef,is dreary London, I don’t miss itcould settle down with a dread locked beautydo nothing on a sun flecked beach.White parrots fly incumbersome in the upliftpoisoned trees along the shorePina colada on a darkened seathe epiphany of solitude speaks;and for once I listen.