In the Seychelles

In the scattered shade of the groves of cinnamon
tiny birds scratch, speckled black and cinnamon.

The folk at the market barter and laugh
white teeth flashing in faces of cinnamon.

White fish roast on a driftwood bonfire
served on a leaf with plantains and cinnamon.

Ink-blue water spreads to the east
sunset stains the west with cinnamon.

High in the hills where the grey rocks shelve
water runs down and it tastes of cinnamon.