Thanks to The Writers Almanac -- Jamaica by Michael Lind
In Jamaica, no grief's allowed.
There the rooftops are smile-white and the terrace pools,
chairs and shirts are horizon-blue;
laughter's greener and song blacker than dragonflies;
talk's resilient as hammock string.
Sorrow, though, has a home anywhere people are.
From the suitcases tourists bring
it will wriggle and slip. It will be swept ashore,
gripping branches a storm broke off.
I've not visited that island, and yet I'm sure,
even there in Jamaica, on
afternoons when the blank porcelain dazzle breaks
into chips on a million waves,
lizardlike on a wall sadness will blink and crawl.
"Jamaica" by Michael Lind, from Parallel Lives. © Etruscan Press, 2007. Reprinted with permission