Over the wide space it
comes
to my ear, through air.
Across the green of the lawn
blades of grass
limbo under
line of sight,
under shadowed facade
thrown by stone.
A castle, not a home
and the grass still limbo
under line, of
sight.
∞
Adam Andrews is a Trinbagonian writer, griot, plant whisperer and sometime farmer. This poem was written as part of a workshop hosted by the Trinidad and Tobago Institute of Architects at Killarney, Port of Spain, in November 2023.