Libation

Like an old man
with a saucer 
I pour her coffee on the 
pavement to cool

It's the colour of my 
                    skin

Well, 
the colour my skin 
                 was 
before I came to this 
land

this blessed land 
of sun and surf 
of salt and sky

My skin 
       now 
is no longer 
Breve 
is no longer 
Au Lait

My skin 
       now 
is almost 
         Roux

is almost the skillet warmed 
red that rises just 
as it's time to 
               pour 
the milk

Red-eye gravy I am 
now in spots, and it is only
                        just 
birthday
it is not even yet 
                  summer

She stands on her chicken
legs and bats my knees for 
                         More

The Dowager, too, has 
discovered how 
              good 
it is 
The Fellow, even, is 
                    interested

Soon, I will have to make two

One to drink 
One to pour on the ground

Each morning’s offering to the 
gods of dogs and manchineels

Each morning's 
             gratitude 
for healing.

c.sdmrogers 1 June 2017