This morning on my walk

the sea was thrashing

waves tumbling into waves

-a two year old child

on the floor

feet and arms flailing

tears and snot staining his face—

she was going on bad

like she in carnival

drinking and whining up de place

vomiting sea grass that she spewed

on the shore creating an avenue

of sargasso forcing sand to retreat

more ashore – a dog whipped and curled

in a corner-

me decide wasn’t going to pay she no mind

let she rush me feet and spray me legs

no sea bath this morning and getting entangled

in she bile

me hearing old people’s warning in me head

heed de sea

she is a generous woman

but when she vex stay clear

she will nyam yuh and not leave a trace