Island Man by Grace Nichols

Wild seabirds
And fisherman pulling out to sea
The sun surfacing defiantly

From the east
Of his small emerald island
He always comes back groggily groggily

Comes back to sands
Of a grey metallic soar
To surge of wheels
To dull North Circular roar

Muffling muffling
His crumpled pillow waves
Island man heaves himself

Another London day

An island man feels like waking up to the sounds of the ocean. He is dreaming of being home in the Caribbean where he belongs. His dreaming, imagining and memories gradually fade into the actual reality of what is happening in London, like waking up. He would rather wake up to the sound of the ocean and the sight of the sun instead of the noisy traffic in London. It shows his homesickness and sadness.