From the distance we could see the
boats,
so much like our boats but with
mis-shapen sails,
the Spanish flag waving from the
crow’s nest,
the long black cannons and the
thirsty sailors,
the soldiers emerging from the
bowels to come ashore,
the planting of the flag, first,
then the Cross,
the kissing of the sandy soil,
the cheering of their chief as he
addressed them,
the unloading of food,
the starting to build shelters.
At last, after all these centuries,
our messages must have gotten
through,
our invitation to the unknown white
men
to come and share our paradise.
At last they can be silenced,
all those who doubted
there was human life beyond these
shores.
At last, at last,
we have discovered Europe.
"The View From Hispaniola" is published in "Welcome To My World, Selected Poems 1973-2013", The Argaman Press. Click here to purchase the book.
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