walking out unto the patio

picking thyme

hanging clothes on the line

the history of work and food

the love of soil

forced from us

years of free enslaved labor

the image of poverty

stamped unto africa

the almond tree

shedding leaves

sweeping the leaves

from the guinep tree

sighting a deer

kin to those brought to st croix

over 200 years ago

the ocean on the horizon

looking mostly white

a sliver of blue

declaring its true identity

sipping my coffee

lizards scamper

from branch to branch

all is well in my world