the sun is sparkling, the rain rumbling, and we badly need some poetry...

Sunday 13 March 2011

Russell Streur - One Poem


We brew the juice of dates
And boil the rice
We planted in Tanzania
A half a million years ago.
We dance again tonight
Ancient spirits in mahogany
Leave our footprints in the mud
To fate at daybreak by the lake.
I look into your eyes.
Continents of light
Join for eons
Then drift apart:
I can see
All the way to Africa.