By Lorna King
PRIDE Poet Laureate
I know this; with more than my hands;
my mother’s mother willed it on to me
and I thought it was a heritage of dust.
she explained how sunbeams undulate,
and how moonshine embraces nerves
because long ago,
when we swam,
we felt the heat; we were curious;
so we relocated
and here we are,
with the women of my tribe sweating,
pounding yucca into bread with mirth.
We have forgotten the wet, deep place
-learnt dry. memories from the ancient
gone, except as showy ceremonial lace.
Lorna King, who worked in various hotel management capacities in Jamaica and in the U.S.A. before migrating to Canada in 1998, was awarded the Order of Distinction, Officer Class, by the Jamaican government in 2009. She is also a former President of P.A.C.E. (Canada) and a Director of the People Bridge Charitable Foundation.