Drinking chocolate is like coming home. Tasting the song of seasons, transcending the body.
As a tiny, delicate flower, I plummet to the rainforest floor. Blooming just above our native red clay; I touchdown, evaporating into the soil.
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Sipping once more, I retrace an ancestral path from below, becoming whole again, at one with the root.
…She reached the stairs, and I sensed excitement growing among the fevergrass and dasheen bush. Aromas, strangely familiar – like private spirits dancing, whispering secrets of heritage and healing into my nostrils – were shifting their weight toward me, in flux, coalescing into a darker something.
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From a distance, they can see us sprouting, breaking ground, extending our limbs out into the world; having at last, reclaimed the heart of the Caribbean.
your little heart
paints the horizon
water the palms
with the wet season
of youth so often
the dry ones