Today I sat in an old Danish sugar mill.
Built by slaves.
Likely in the seventeen hundreds.
Stone, wood, coral, cement.
Whatever they had on hand in St. Croix at the time.
Remains of mills dot the island.
Some in better shape than others.
The one I occupied, practically intact.
Minus the cane crushing apparatus.
Instead, a table in the center.
Chairs around.
For tourists to stop.
Sip a cool drink.
Rest in the shade.
So, what was I doing there?
Participating in a Zoom seminar.
Mindfulness and hypnosis.
Four noble truths.
The Eightfold Path.
Acknowledgement of suffering.
Diminution of misery.
Compassion.
Stress reduction.
How is it possible I listened to a presentation
on kindness here?
In this space?
Where enslaved Africans produced sugar, molasses?
Though irony’s not a feeling,
I felt it in my bones.
Desperation, injustice
oozed from cold old stones.
Lynn Benjamin
January 30, 2022