3:37 PM Tukiyooo 0 HAITIAN RAIN<br /><br />The Haitian rain<br /> falls heavy.<br />Birds sing to it<br /> songs in strange bird tongues.<br />By the merest glint<br /> of light,<br /> the lonely curiosity<br /> of the alien,<br /> understands these birds<br /> better than<br /> the people.<br /><br /><br /> HAITIAN LIGHT<br /><br />Haitian light<br /> so other<br /> than<br />Iona’s, Delphi’s, Nova Scotia’s.<br />Softish here the light<br /> and languid.<br />Light’s difference<br /> does not look<br /> different.<br />It others how<br /> all things appear.<br />I would be changed<br /> by a vision<br /> – not something seen –<br /> but a way of seeing.<br /><br /><br /><br />GENERATIONS<br /><br />Les Beaux remote<br /> mountain village.<br />The church concrete<br /> & cinder block.<br /><br />Guilene, in yellow<br /> skirt and top<br /> neatly pressed<br /> and grey New York baseball cap<br /> over tight black ringlets,<br /> may someday be Haiti’s second<br /> woman priest.<br /><br />But now, bent double,<br /> in her Sunday best,<br /> she mops the church floor<br /> with a towel,<br /> pulling outside<br /> last night’s rain.<br /><br /> And now<br /> she sits<br /> beside her mother<br /> in plaid suit<br /> and scarf<br /> yellow, black, purple,<br /> blue, & orange<br /> knotted at the top.<br /><br />They are waiting<br /> for something<br /> to begin. HAITIAN RAIN The Haitian rain falls heavy. Birds sing to it songs in strange bird tongues. By the merest glint ... Read more »
