A Very Sweet Dream Of Home Poem by Shirley Harrison

As I turned out the light
in my incredibly humid
hot bedroom
for the last time
on this magnificent island
I was kept awake
by the dripping
of someone's
air-conditioning
falling onto a pipe
that's been misplaced
outside my window
and as I lay there
annoyed about the slight disruption
I reflect on the possibility
that it's rain
rain cold, and welcome
drip, drip, drip
and just then, before I knew it
I was in my very own
sweet slumberbash.