In lazy October,
I walked down to the Breakfast Shed a.k.a Femmes due Chalet,
In Port of Spain for my cowheel soup.
An assortment of shops offered themselves,
Providing a variety of local cuisine.
The Jean de La Valette may have brought the rain with it when it sailed from Tobago.
I sat at the Breakfast Shed and enjoyed the beautiful food and rain.
This was the good life!
The Calypso Sprinter and another ferry
Anchored near the Parliament Tower,
And accompanied by some nearby palm trees,
Rocked to and fro in a calypso rhythm.
Meanwhile, a heron swooped down on the water
Looking for his lunch.
Out to sea the buoys kept up a lazy rhythm,
And the horizon was obscured in a white sheath.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem