Spring in Guyana

Gone are the days 
where guava tree leaves floated by my windowsill,
carried on wings of the wind,
and the smell of sweet fruit invaded the open spaces of my
bedroom.

Gone are the days spent lazing idly 
against the trunk of the Flamboyant tree, 
whose tree roots run deep
with the knowledge of the ancestors.

For now, I’m grown,
and jungle greens have been replaced by concrete and steel, 
where energies run chaotically.