Bajan Blues

Don’t sit there,
Your toes scrunchin the sand,
Head down,
Your net brek,
I see your shoulders arched like a whale bone,
Saw them from the palms,
I see the fish, watched them spill back,
glistenin, tumblin,
Heard your cussin, that had me runnin,
And so?
You did not mend back the net to hold,
Too hasty, fingers nimble,
Heard you turnin the rope in my dreams,
Eyes strained in the oil light flickerin,
Hold on Brother!
Slow down,
Those kind of tears will overflow our ocean,
Turn its colour, rough it up.
Slow down Brother,
Gulpin like a fish on sand,
Chest liftin, swellin like a storm.
Brother,
You have done well.
Frownin, all you see is gold slippin through your fingers,
But here, take a look at the bucket!
Five Chubs swimmin, silver in your pocket, catchin their tails,
Enough for supper,
Plenty for us.
At sundown, after we swim an I drink my rum,
Work that net,
Pull the knots tight.
Tomorrow, all is well,
An tomorrow comes tonight.