Thursday, 18 October 2012

JAH! Tek ah Pikchure of I


JAH!!!!!
Tek a pikchure of I…

And then laugh
Face upturned towards the leaden sky
Angry or happy who can say
When nature breaks loose and starts to play

W’ appen yout’, yuh ‘fraid? He asked
Face grinning like a mask
Set against the flood beating out of the heavens
Back arched to extremes
Bare legs splayed and planted
Arms flung wide as if to embrace the world

I saw him in the gloom
An unmovable thing amidst the howling wind
Glistening skin stretched over corded muscle and bone
Grown from hard work and harder life

He seemed an ancient god
Commanding the thunder of the skies with the thunder of his voice
The lightning in his eyes mimicked the light within the clouds

JAH!!!! He boomed
Flash!
Crack!
BOOM!
The rumble rolled like a mountain threatening to break the Creator’s flooring
And squash us to bits
He laughed again
And again he called
With a voice pregnant with the elements

Yout’! Come bwoy an watch yuh modda dance. Shout an mek Jah see yuh bwoy!

I cowered beneath that old tamarind tree
Watching the laughing mad man slowly becoming one with the elements
He shook his head
The thick ropes of his waist length lox moved as if alive
Generating wind of their own
Tossing water from their ends

It was true
I was afraid
I was always afraid
I was afraid now of him
And I was afraid of nature’s carnival
He turned his head to me, flashed me a smile filled with missing teeth
And said

Yuh musn’t ‘fraid bwoy cause dominion was given unto man

It was then that the lightning struck and time stopped
I cried out, but he was gone
All that was left was the echo of his laughter
Rolling with the thunder
And a whisper

Yuh musn’t ‘fraid bwoy

Standing in his footprints
Amidst the raging wind and rain
I released my fear
I released the hold of the world
And I who used to watch lightning behind closed lids
Who listened to thunder behind firmly pressed palms
Who felt the wind through concrete walls
And touched the rain beneath galvanized roofs
Planted my feet
Spread my arms
Turned my face upwards
And shouted

JAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Tek a pikchure of I!

Glen Toussaint 2012©



1 comment:

  1. Nice story piece It reminds me of something I heard some time ago but not quite remembered you know? I love the scene and imigery!

    "Locks creating their own wind whipping water from their ends" NICE!!

    Another good one love! Not that anything less would come from you

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