June 4, 2013
A Fijian poem
Written by Kirsty Barnby
Palm trees sway and chatter in the blue shadowy night.
As my gently clattering bicycle and I ascend the hill,
We lean on each other like old friends.
The summit reached and saddle filled,
Slowly I pick up speed as warm, island air strokes my coconut scented skin.
The moon, full and soft, soaks the waxy palm leaves as they shine and glimmer before the star filled deep.
Chimbie chimneys rise from teenage lips as groups perch in the road.
Boys giggle, dogs bark, girls gossip.
I’m home in Matei,
There is a swan in the clouds.