Bajan Lust
Bajan (bā-juhn): of or relating to Barbados or its inhabitants
In swells of wet persuasion, sun-
drunk ocean licks the yielding sand,
recedes, returns again, affirms
the endless lust of sea for land.
The air is sultry here, the food
a spicy sharpness on the tongue,
the Bajan speech a rich dessert
of open vowels warmly sung.
Rum lubricates the island life,
and sugarcane grows tall and sweet,
but neither earns enough; they can’t
shore up the Bajan balance sheet.
The streets are patchy, sidewalks crumble,
tiny wooden houses rot.
A guest leaves natives guilt-grand tips,
for guests are nearly all they've got.
The Spanish and the Portuguese
and then the English claimed this place;
now proudly free, the island knows
its glory lies in the embrace
of two great oceans, lovers both—
Atlantic and Caribbean—
one wilder, one more turquoise, but
each equally a guardian
and greedy swain.  Each keeps its coast
astir, effulgent, satisfied—
an old romance in Bajan blues:
the constant ardor of the tide,
these swells of wet persuasion.  Sun-  
drunk ocean licks the yielding sand
again, again, and proves again
the endless lust of sea for land.
Jean Kreiling


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