Like A Beacon

In London
every now and then
I get this craving
for my mother's food
I leave art galleries
in search of plantains
saltfish/sweet potatoes

I need this link

I need this touch
of home
swinging my bag
like a beacon
against the cold

Grace Nichols (b. 1950)

From the Fat Black Woman's Poems by Grace Nichols, published by Virago Press, 1984, © Grace Nichols 1984.
Reprinted by permission of Virago Press.

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