Sunday, June 7, 2015
List of Africa incomplete
Long car ride, exhaust smells, cool air wet as it hits
your face, green everywhere, people everywhere
standing, sitting, talking, walking, laughing, waiting,
calling, selling nuts, tending, the smoky smell of
cooking corn, cows with hip bones showing,
black, white, spotted, brown, goats, goats, goats
a little boy throwing a cat
school uniforms, white shirts and pleated skirts
the discordancy, hot engines rumbling,
slow scream of brakes, music playing, talking into
cell phones, packs of motorcycles standing, weaving like
threads in the traffic
Dirty fingernails
warm sleeping bag, damp tent
midnight dizzy looking at stars bigger than the dark skies surrounding
waking to the low murmuring river of voices, laughter
lost in a red gray rock moonscape
seeing far away orange triangles/ tents,
lines of rock like a strange language. what does it
say. What did he say? What did you say?
hike breathe hike breathe rock
lichen wreathes of yellow flowers around rock
pieces of a plane curled into a trail
cairns are sculptures!
where you are, wood signs on white rock, altars?
river bed white rocks, going down, slow down, see down
look up
3rd rock camp green water; a bowl of rock and water
puddled on a shoulder of gravel
stones ground to sand
climbing focus, one decision, focus on a single step
then no decision only a focus found
the big quiet of wind, silent rock and air
Sit. Look. mountains are moving bodies of rock and history
water places are citroen green moss, trickle of water
trees with lethal leaves reach for sky
a wall in the dark, bearing the small light
of people above and below, we are all on the
wall somewhere, above this dark outline
is stars
hot sweet tea
acacia bears gravity alone
hiking up through scree, forward, back, forward, back
skiing down, the fine line between freedom and fear
makes me laugh
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