Early Morning
Curaçao 1983
Note: This particular poem refers to a very difficult period in my life. I lost my father when I was ten years old - two days before Christmas on the very day when he was to be released - and we returned to the Caribbean to bury him. I thought about those dogs, the heat, and the general oddity of myself as neither a West Indian nor a Canadian during my time there.
Please forgive the heartbreak...
There were dogs at my heels,
panting; they were like servants
in waiting
At a huge half-finished house
that offered its exposure
to the wide runs of
Stone, rock and land,
down to the sea where
you could buy
Candy; you bury
the family up to the neck
(head first, presumably).
I was an unknowable
self as that ten-
year-old in
The Third World,
in the same sun
of my family,
As they were waiting
for me. I finish this
in that old dawn.
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