On the top of the ridge
Royal palms stand in a row
Dark silhouettes cut into the blue sky.
Below in the flat fields
Cane arrows raise golden heads to the sun
And wave slender green arms in whispery rhythm.
Old bearded figs trail their dreadlocks
While hedges explode with red hibiscus
And from them hang bananaquits
Like ornaments from a Christmas tree.
The earth shouts green while the sky whispers blue.
On a high wall of an old plantation
Monkeys gallop along
Like circus performers
For a baleful audience of black belly sheep.
A mongoose slinks at high speed across the gap
And a cane toad hisses at a sandaled nudge.
I've decided that the current of life
Is covered by a thinner skin here.
No day goes by but that some flower is blooming
Some life is birthed
By land or sea or sky.
And the sea goes in and out
As regular as heartbeats.
Janna O'Donnell
Copyright 2008
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