MomentS

I go back in the past

And open the window

And let in a hot sweet West Indian night

I take a handful of air

And cover my face

And feel so good, so fresh –

Lemon and jasmine

It must be with a touch

Just a touch of longing

For sweet frangipani

of my tired soul

Just a bit more,

I reach out into

The dark night of my soul

And take another handful

Before I open my eyes

And

Close the window

To the warm West Indian night