poem

Island Man (for a Caribbean island man in London who still wakes up the sound of the sea)
by Grace Nichols

Morning
and island man wakes up
to the sound of blue surfin his head
the steady breaking and wombing
wild seabirds
and fishermen pushing out to sea
the sun surfacing defiantly from the east
of his small emerald island
He always comes back
groggily groggilycomes back to sands
of a grey metallic soarto a surge of wheelsto dull North Circular roar
muffling muffling
his crumpled pillow waves
island man heaves himself
another London day


I would like to wake up in future shop with no one there because of a storm because I will go place where not to go i the back of the store and start turning off the cameras and if I can't will turn off the whole power and take what I what the than turn on the power.