Get a glimpse of my poetry:
|Breathing African Air|
|Flightless dust bathes the air as the ostrich|
dances on two-toed feet to Africa’s beat;
musty air hangs humid and motionless
’til rain quenches the parched and red-hot heat –
this is Africa: the birthplace of man.
A rainbow stretches across basalt cliffs
and cascading falls; painted rock faces
imprint chronicles of man migrating
across desert, savannah, terraces –
this is Africa: the motion of man.
Small streams meander till rapids beat rock;
turbulent whitewater erodes the way,
rumbling and tumbling to lose themselves in
cascading cataracts’ mist of spray –
this is Africa: unquenched quest of man.
On blue-green savannah in haze of heat
the springbok stands a statue and gazes;
zebra camouflaged in shaded dry bush
flicks flies as robust buffalo grazes –
this is Africa: the treasure of man.
Marula mampoer makes monkey mellow;
while elephants forage fermented fruit,
even-toed giraffe spreads and almost splits,
an amazing feat for legs, to lap near coot –
this is Africa: for Safari man.
The albatross dynamically soars;
nose-tubed in anticipation it breathes
salt laden air, polluted like the depths,
where dolphin dances and dives, wrestles, wreathes –
this is Africa: the refuse for man.
Death in rotting carcasses call raptors
in their hordes, to scavenge the battlefields
where fear falls prey to foe; the hyena
eats as a volt of vultures pry for yields –
this is Africa, the wake waits for man.