I went to Samoa on a residency.. I wrote things, drew things, there was a cyclone coming…I want to talk about it in poetry.
Your news enters me, and in a rush
I am crying beside this woman who we are often quiet, and when I say how are you she says
I’m fucked. It’s hot.
I cry hot hard and she holds my head
You can’t see from there, but this is a moment of tenderness in days of sickness.
I am trying to be kind.
You tell me of broken bananas,, fleeing girls the trees cut, your house full of water, people, children, the generator beside the lonely rooster charging piles of phones so we can say are you ok are you ok where are you?
Does he cry a little less as they hum to him eight hours a day, and you trying to feed them all
simple meals, you say, my time to be alone is disappeared.
You say, the centre is gone, you say they sat on their roof and watched their house float, you say she is safe, we picked her up, you say her children are with us, you say he picked up a knife.
I know the knives are long black heavy steel swingers, you say
He picked up a knife, he hit his head, you know the one you danced with, the one in yellow you say
He worked for us for thirty years, you say we had to let him go, you say
It was hard.
I was making a drawing when it started coming and the light changed
I have said the only way I can describe it is that every speck of air was made of water and every drop reflected light, light, light.
Light you wanted to, light you could touch, swallow, breathe.
I have said the only way I can describe it is that the air, was, light.
How I wanted to escape, how I ran, clumsy, how my body knew, packing slowly folding two days because I didn’t want, to not
be onto it.
You say your posts were beautiful, I followed you
And I think of wide eyes driving
all the colours I didn’t expect, didn’t pack for
I thought of green,
But you showed me orange, pink, purple, red like bravery straight out of the tube
I tried to paint they are dusty and when I tell you my stories it is with them on my fingers
I am trying to write a different story.
One where it all happens at once
You say we picked her up, you say
I am trying to feed them, you say
We love your picture
We found it a wall
I think it has enough light