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September 15, 2017
An Absentee Vincentian

by Marlon Roudette

So, what’s it like to be an absentee Vincentian?

To carry your island with you and breath in deep with every mention?

In a far flung hotel somewhere when sleep’s a voice you start to argue with,

You picture Lower Bay behind the salty screen of your closed eyelids.

When, despite a thousand flights between the world’s great city skylines,

The only one you dream about goes

From La Soufrière to Union Island.

A thousand Prayers said in Churches with bells so high they over reach,

But every white Cross just brings you back to a rock on Villa beach.

So, what’s it really like to be an absentee Vincentian?

Attending a Pageant of natural beauty when only one holds your attention.