The poet Shelley once proclaimed 'my soul is an enchanted boat' 

 

 Such elegant maritime metaphor appeals to the double islander in me. 

 

A piece of flotsam upon the wide ocean of the world and human history

 

 Transported westward by the calculating economics of empire 

 

 Washed up dishevelled onto the volcanic outcrops of the Caribbean to begin an unearned sentence. 

 

 Centuries of hard labour. 

 

Trasmitted by Britannia's wave bourne summons to the mother country.

 

 Another Island. Where mighty Ceasar looked in grim determination upon the cliffs of untamed Albion.