by Dorothea Smartt

down near the jetty where fishgutfunk fumed furiously
            – Anthony Joseph,The African Origins of UFO

The time was ripe. Heal me, lead me willingly down,
out past deceits, to our own brand of salvation. The near
-east, far-east, western, native American, the aboriginal, the
‘Egyptian’ wells of oneness, missing a voice. Out on the jetty
of my life so far, I’d had to wonder. I glimpsed, below where
swirling swarms of hoodoo-voodoo priests, fetish fishgutfunk
witch-doctors, obeah men, pocomania roots women fumed
at their muddied fount. Undeterred making headway, furiously.