Children from Africa


Radiant like yellow rock
Beneath the clear skies of four-square purity
I wait, by the coasts emptying
Myself of summer, the karma

Passing from me like a world
Of bright flickers and whispers
I want freshness, the love that separates
Sun from night, time from self

To build an Eden from green leaves
The foliage of belonging that reaches
Past all temporary acts, perceived turmoil
I search for rhythms of the forest

Through light, burning on the water
My ears trance-like and open to
The liquid wings of silence and words
On both sides.

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