for angeliQue brathwaite

this living liqurid mmemory
deep tidal embankment under the water
breathes through the sea’s leaves like lamplight

dreams itself a green island lizard
long before you was born
branches of blue into tunes of blue crystal
softness of turQuoise and terrace and moon

where there is still no sound of the sea . where no waves
breaking white . because you was not yet born
not yet turning to morning inside of yr mother’s womb

where you sing un-
thorn into a soft pale noom/as the sun
reaches you slenderly . slenderly . on what is becoming reef