We come in waves.
Our boats, tiny specks
on dark, fathomless oceans.
Driven away by devouring drought,
scattered by quakes, typhoons, cyclones, wars,
we flee, fish in a storm.
Propelled by dreams,
we would walk on water
if miracles could be bought.
We are swallowed
by sea gods demanding sacrifices.
Our dreams are coveted by
who wish to conquer man and land.
Do the gods conspire?
Jealous Wind and Sea pillage our crops
withhold rain, wake Vulcan, fan his flames.
Belligerent Mars whispers in man’s ear,
demands he bathes in his brother’s blood.
Gods cackle at fleeing men.
Ants in their eyes,
they set howling death upon us.
Our exhausted Creator sleeps.
Born in Antigua, West Indies, Althea Romeo-Mark is an educator who grew up in St. Thomas, US Virgin Islands. She has lived and taught in the St. Thomas, Virgin Island, USA, Liberia, England and in Switzerland since 1991.