about storms

storms, resilience

The fishermen said to the

sky,

watching as

waves crashed,

some stories high,

upon the little island's shore

“we will outlive your fury

your rage

where would we be

if you could unravel

our lives with a few harsh breaths?

If your lightening splits our bread fruits

and our aluguntugui

we will sow more seeds,

if your thunder frightens our

youth

we will console them

we will tell them of our origin

we are the union of rock

and sand and fire

we are children of an island

still forging itself

to form land beneath our feet

what else would we be

to love the sea as we do

for as long as we have?

Our boats are moored,

our huts are patched to

keep the water out.

and when your dark clouds have scattered

we will ride the seas again

and our children will run out

in happy pairs to play, and share in the

scattered fruit in our yards.”

Author's Note

definitely will work on cleaning this up a bit.

Reviews

[faryn wolff]

Mhm. A story within a poem. You weaved a pretty tale.

[MiriamMB]

thank you. I try :-)