The Caribbean Writer

A Drive Through Green

Jennifer Rahim



The highway’s geometric lines
are lost on entering here,
and the road narrows, easing down
into fields so thick with green
the mind dips and whorls
from a morning resplendent in light,
as you drive to discover your landscape.
The brain barely registers the places:
Preysal, Gran Couva because the basin
is beautiful, and these waving canes
lose a history as the heart makes a case
to claim this home.
Visitor’s speed, citizen’s reserve,
you swallow the peace of rolling plains.
You don’t see shadows in plastic aprons
or double layered clothing working a line
stretching beyond this day’s task,
this month’s pay, this year that never end
since planting first began


Copyright © Jennifer Rahim

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