Ritual
And I am here
in commune with the seas
my curios stem from cashee,
breadfruit and jackfish, a feast
sugar and salt and pepper, this heart
a cacophony of soca and calypso
spawning from La Soufrière
I am a vessel bleeding fire
raging and treacherous and alive
I will not apologize
a library of visages precedes me
a universe of calloused hands awaits me
tread lightly, I a prism of trap doors,
a haven rife with inexplicable opportunities
home is where the journey ends
I am ready.