Category Archives: Daily Musings

Mr. Peacock

To us he might

appear showy

a bit extravagant

with his long train

some say

to attract females

others say

to show his powers


but he is indifferent

to our gawking

as he struts up and down

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the resident bird

who has to pick

for his food just like

the other birds

does he realize

he’s a long way from home

whether from india

or the congo basin

he is but a peafowl

who fans wide his tail

when he goes courting

hoping his iridescent feathers

will dazzle the peahen

and he will get to bed her

and they will make peachicks


Plastic Trash

bottle sculpturewe have been

collecting trash

on our daily walks

on the beach now

for three years

we pick up

other’s people

careless rubbish

beer bottles

discarded fast food wrappings

sodas can and plastic juice pouches

diapers and condoms

and volumes of plastic bottles

I would ban

if i were governor

always we think of creative ways

to reuse this indiscriminate

pollution of our environment

large pastic sculptures

erected to beautify

until them

we ask

pick it up and tek it

even if you didn’t drop it

The Couple

They perch on the edge of the shore

perfectly familiar


and comfortable

in each other’s company


Their eyes are fixed

in meditation on the sea

are they studying the rushing waves

or scanning for fish

or perhaps

like my partner and I

they are out for a morning stroll

giving thanks for this life

of simple grace

the beach

the sea

the air

the company

nothing more

is required

of this divine blessings


The Marriage

They’ve lived side by side

for many years

ignoring one another

preoccupied with

their own growth

their own splendor

Then they bothnoticed

the other

no major attraction

or desire

but over time

attitudes change

and feelings shift

the story takes on multiple twists

about who noticed whom


who made the first advance

who wanted more that

just a tryst


Now they are so entwined

arms enveloping a

breath breathing into breaths

faces pressed cheek to cheek

bodies molded

to separate them

would surely lead

to death

they have grown as one

flowering and complementing

each other’s beauty

the pink-lavender petals

of the cedar and the

bodacious red of the bougainvillea

a marriage that reminds

us all that hope reigns supreme


The Thrashing Sea

She is the woman

who fans my feet

when I swim

She buoys me

Calms my mind

Soothes my body

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She is the history of

the middle passage

taking those of us who

decided to endure the journey

to safety

She is the protector

of fishermen

holding her breath when

they cast their nets

being invisible wings

when they dive into her belly


She regulates the

sea and women’s cycle

spawning the next generation

to live out their dreams

She is water-ocean

vigorous and energizing

the head of yesterday

and the tail of tomorrow

Branch into the Past

The branch by the side of the road, rises up like a venerated iguana charred in a bushfire.

My mind leaps backwards in time. Was that I sitting on the dinosaur’s back, galloping through the fields, wielding a weapon and calling my soldiers to battle?

Having walked by the piece of branch, I glance over my shoulder checking to see if I am the last one standing in the middle of the field.

Alas, only the bushes sigh, and a horse tied about 50 yards away neighs and swings its tail.

Thankful that there are no battlefields, I pump my arms and continue my morning walks.

No other phantoms trail my mind. Just the glorious sun, the riots colors of the bougainvilleas, and the day as bold and assured as a young man going to court the woman of her desire.

Sea Woman

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

Stepping into Glory

I step into the glory

that is this day

sending my breath into the air

feeling the breeze breathing me

the flapping of the birds’ wings

as they flit from almond to ackee tree

the purple budding of the bell-apple

the wet fragrance of dew

this morning

clean and expectant as new life

as guileless as leaves

as proud as soil

as welcoming as an idea

not yet formed

now is indeed the time

to cast your net of expectation

now is indeed the time

to laugh and enjoy all your blessings

now is indeed the time

to bask in what is

knowing there is even more

and better around the bend

This Life

often we forget

this is all we have

no second chance

to cherish those we love

to go for what we want

to be present

to be mindful

to be alive

our life is

as slender as a piece of thread

easily boken

but the moments we share

speaking our truths

being thoughful

giving freely of our love



that we have this time

this day

this breathe

breathe into life

breathe into all you have