Here, the word for yes, and the word for laugh, is the same word. Food falls from the sky: coconuts, mangoes, green bananas. When it rains, work stops. Like a fever, glo pounds your tin roof. So stay home, and grate your cocoa stick, with cloves, cinnamon, for a hot cup of cocoa tea. Go to bed, wait until the steam rises; mud's thick until the sun bakes the land dry. Here, the word for yes, and the word for laugh, is the same word. Go to bed, wait until the steam rises; mud's thick until the sun bakes the land dry. If I could learn to laugh, I'd live like this, in St. Lucia. Wi, I say wi, and again, as my soul thaws, I say wi.
