Will write today here a random poem. Guanahani, 11 Kamau like the beginnings - o odales a adagios - of islands from under the clouds where I write the first poem it's brown warmth now that we recognise them even from this thunder's distance still w/out sound. so much hope now around the heart of lightning that I begin to weep w/such happiness of familiar landscape such genius of colour. shape of bay. headland the dark moors of the mountain ranges. a door opening in the sky right down into these new blues & sleeping yellows greens. like a mother's embrace like a lover's enclosure. like schools of fish migrating towards homeland. into the bright light of xpectation. birth of these long roads along the edge of Eleuthera now sinking into its memory behind us