Saturday, July 28, 2007

A Way Home
for Dickson Wasake

forgive me therefore
if I sometimes look lost,
if you see me arrive at crossroads
not knowing readily, which way to turn
in this archipelago,
not of 700 islands,
but a countless number of them,
beginning in Bimini,
ending in Trinidad


© Obediah Michael Smith, 2007
1:36 p.m. 28/07/07

2 Comments:

Blogger Esquire of the mountain said...

Obie, the way home is often the place where the ashes warm for you, light for you...its the place where in ashes you are warm

Saturday, July 28, 2007 11:11:00 PM  
Blogger Obie Quiet said...

This require mediating upon or being Africa without The Middle Passage in your psyche, blood and belly.

Must look around in me to see what I have left; to see what I'm made of.

Must see, after all that can be eliminated, is eliminated, if anything at all remains; see if what's left, is what it means to be Bahamian or Caribbean or any other identity this side of The Trans-Atlantic Slave Trade.

See if we have a foot to stand on; like tall Massi warriors, resting on one leg, leaning upon a staff.

Sunday, July 29, 2007 1:55:00 AM  

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