The trail from Sullivan's Island beach |
My cousin in Guinea-Bissau, West Africa sends me photos-
the little town, Cacheu, on the sea,
quiet, sleepy, on the edge of the world,
a few boats aligned on worn docks,
ready for fishing.
But the ghosts there, how they wail!
The people gathered up, captured,
the simple bliss of freedom lost forever.
The enslaved were loaded here,
a human cargo in the hulls of ships
with all their history, all their futures,
their families, their gifts, their art.
No matter! They were loaded into ships,
packed head-to-foot with utmost efficiency,
and died in a thousand ways.
Yemaya, Orisha of the sea,
grieving, grieving for all Her beloveds,
carried the ships in Her salty waves,
Her great heart broken.
How Yemaya grieved! And gave the choice
to Her beloveds, sick and lost,
to escape this madness in death with Her,
Her warm salty waters carrying them away.
The rest, day after suffering day,
arrived on shore, the other side,
Sullivan’s Island, the American shore,
beautiful, green, a place one day
after generations of suffering and courage
to remember Africa in language, in family,
in arts, in food, in music, in Love.
But that day, that time, far from home,
each one alone, heartsick, in pain,
and less than human in their captor’s eyes,
trudged up the narrow path,
at the mercy of the winds,
to the unknown and horrifying future
of their lives.
Annelinde Metzner
Sullivan’s Island, South Carolina
June 6, 2012
My poetry chapbook from 2012, "This Most Huge Yes," features this poem inspired by my cousin Keith's residence in the tiny African country of Guinea-Bissau, and my own explorations around Sullivan's Island, SC. These are the beginning and end points of the "Middle Passage," carrying enslaved peoples from West Africa. I am honored that this chapbook is available for sale at the Penn Center in St. Helena's Island, South Carolina.
Slave market in Cacheu, Guinea-Bissau |
Historical sign on Sullivan's Island near Charleston, SC |
Yemaya by Cuban artist, Celia Gutierrez Cienfuegos |
Vicissitudes by Jason de Caires Taylor, an underwater sculpture of enslaved people |
My chapbook containing the poem "Passage" |
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