POETRY: NOT FROM HERE
You were not born here
my child
not here.
You saw daylight
Among our islands
The sun was always there
None could tap the light
From your eyes
Or dictate roofs into space
for your colour.
There in the middle of a hemisphere
You and I were born
down there.
We were not in the exodus
There was no Moses
And this was no promised land
You may not know this yet
my son
I sense that you sense it
Yet what we leave
we carry
It is no mud
we dry
on our boots.
The saliva we swallow
Must ever dwell
down there.