The Caribbean Writer VOLUME 30 2016 | Page 82

Amphi-Theatre Humroy Whyte I remember when we met, It was during poetry in session, I was in a changing room almost ready; When suddenly the door swung open- Then you walked in stepped to a rhythm; Flowing, from the guitar sounding: “Prengeh prangah to regga raga On the corner To blow-wow What palaver? See it there now Prengeh prangah To regga raga” Stood there smiling, as if reading Each other; bursting into laughter, Hearts pulsed in blood seed, sinews, Cheerful tears, wept like a leaky hose, In grandma’s backyard doing: “Prengeh prangah to regga raga On the corner To blow-wow What palaver? See it there now Prengeh prangah To regga raga” Oh, what love shall really and truly do? While still we meet for God’s sake, so: Hold on close as we travel together, Via the highway home is on the way; That look say it all, there are no words 78 TCW