Let’s include Sasenarine Persaud as a poet of some merit

Egret


The bird was just searching
for food not metaphors –
or taking rest from a day’s flight

It was dusk after all and its ancestors
who might have crossed the Middle
Passage, crossed the Kala Pani on flotsam
or a ship’s mast long forgotten

We freight this flying feather pen
with a history we cannot forget, Dutch
ghosts or jumbies prowling the night –

No wonder the bird takes fright at dark
and huddles in colonies – unshackle
this gauling Mr. playwright-painter
let it fly off your canvas tomorrow
into our blue-domed temple into indigo light


A link to tap

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/sasenarine-persaud