A few years ago, I was holidaying on Jamaica’s North Coast while Hurricane Matthew steadily approached. While the resort gradually emptied of its few remaining guests, I sought a last-minute massage before racing to the airport to catch one of the last flights leaving the island.  There, at the oceanfront spa of the Jamaica Inn, with me mesmerized by the waves crashing against the cliffside below, this poem shaped itself in my mind:

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