Dare
I Say
How
magnificent are your peaks in dusk’s shadow
‘Neath
an endless horizon of grey powder, a pregnant interlude
Of
anticipation, the promise of a late afternoon shower.
How
I heard the musical call of lovebirds, through the window
A
symphony of teasing and placating, discernible in the din of silence,
While
I, a shadow of concentration, welcomes the distraction.
How
grains of red dust, set a swirl by this long, enduring African heat
Came
to me while on a morning coffee run; this rabid, elongated cone
Of
a tornado coursed through me, grainy traces of its ravages nesting in my air
passages, my hair.
How
deeply the cool, Savannah rainy season, in the balmy evening air,
Fills
my lungs, a sweet after-taste of earthworms and bluish thunder,
As
I stand below a black canopy of star dust, glowing as far away as the eyes can
see.
Dare
I Say
How
you saved me one evening, with an easy conversation,
During
an overnight stay in the outskirts of Lilongwe, like two friends from years
past,
Features
obscured only by the mosquito net, trading questions about our past, our future.
Camille
Tuason Mata
Manukau,
Auckland, New Zealand, © 2013
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