11October 2005
I thought of you coming back to me
tonight; from an African rural painting
by Jos, I bought in Taif some thirty years ago,
a superb sunset, purple, orange, pink, yellow aglow,
with a woman pounding maize by a fire, incubating.
I thought of you coming back to me
tonight; the husband returning, bent, his stick unassisting,
to their round thatched mud hut, their habitat
by the trees; bird, hyena, they know that
it’s the time of day when emotions click, unresisting.
I thought of you coming back to me
tonight; the aroma of the African sunset unabating,
while here I sit, here I wander off to drink
for I have, at times, much time to think
of Jacintha, in Meru, coffee percolating.
I thought of you coming back, tonight, to me.
