I'd like to return
To the old rock
The one they call Montserrat
Sit on the beach
In Wapping
Watch the sun setting

Close my eyes, hear the blue waves
Break 
Playfully slap at the black sand
Amusing, another carefree
Montserratian

Those days are long gone….

I'd like to return
To the old rock
The one they call Montserrat
Sit on a hill
Outside Amersham
Just for the thrill
Watch the sun rise
A moonrise
Over 
Chances

Sniff at the odor
The delightfully repugnant
Scent of sulphur
And wonder
What's relative under?
Consider
Who's ghosting through the air?
Around and beyond Soufriere
Feel the pull
An ache in my soul
A connection to the something
Near
Something 
Far
Something 
Old
Something 
Cold

Those days are long gone

I'd like to return
To the old rock
The one they call Montserrat
Wander up Spring Ghaut
Rummage for mangoes
Sugar Apples
Coconut
Climb the Ladder
Up into…
Whatever
Listen to the wind
Hear them, footsteps following
Cats meowing
Following
A fairytale dream
Into a tunnel stream
Way under 
That rock
As a mermaid pauses
Waits…
And looks back

Those days are long gone


I'd like to return
To the old rock
The one they call Montserrat
Sit under my trusty mountain tamarind tree
Listen to the invisible
Part machine
Part bio
Bee
The ones they only let some see
Every now and then
On a hot after noon day
They will play

Fall asleep on grass so green
Cogitating 
Marlyne
Chancing
Something flying
Walking, crawling
Tunneling
It's in my blood
In my eye
Yellow 
The blue emerald sky

Those days are long gone

The memories are strong and warm
I'd like to return

To my old reality
The unseen Montserratian
Phantasy

If only for a while…

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