Poetry About Dancehall

Bass travels first through pavement and ribs. A selector lifts one hand above the crowd. Sneakers answer drums beneath the colored lights. Kingston enters every turn of the waist. The street becomes a room without a roof. Dancehall writes community in motion.

Look again from the quieter edge. A selector lifts one hand above the crowd. What seemed simple opens into history. Kingston enters every turn of the waist. Attention loosens the first easy answer. Dancehall writes community in motion.

Bass travels first through pavement and ribs. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. Sneakers answer drums beneath the colored lights. It returns us to Jamaican sound systems, rhythm, movement, community, performance, and music in public space. The street becomes a room without a roof. The day continues with a more attentive heart.