Things I miss about Trinidad:
- Diwali, Eid, Old Year's
- mango season
- julie mango
- long mango
- mango chow
- liming until 4am at some random bar powered by a steady infusion of scotch and coconut water
A bit ago I reached the threshold of having lived longer outside of Trinidad than having lived within its borders, though I have not lived in any one place for an equal amount of time yet.
Perhaps footloose is just another name for rootless (but wutless is a better word than either).
It is impossible not to think about borders when you are constantly (re)defined by them.
It is impossible not to think about space when you are constantly trying to recreate it.
It is impossible not to think about time, because time comes for us all.
If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy,
don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty
of lives and whole towns destroyed or about
to be. We are not wise, and not very often
kind. And much can never be redeemed.
Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this
is its way of fighting back, that sometimes
something happens better than all the riches
or power in the world. It could be anything,
but very likely you notice it in the instant
when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the case.
Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid
of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.
— Don't Hesitate by Mary Oliver in Swan: Poems and Prose Poems