SW thru E Africa
The colors have changed
again. Red bright as sumac,
yellow blossoms and
orange radiating
fire of a new sun.
Brown and ashen hues give
respite to eyes
tired by the loud
voices of rainbow colors.
Beneath,
the earth lies charred.
Controlled burn.
I see the smoking gun
through my window.
Wisps mingle with
purple like thistle,
pumpkin, goldenrod, green of
praying mantis. Then
brown, brown, brown. Like puppy fur
and chocolate bar, cinnamon sticks and sandbox sand.
Big water to my right
(is that South?)
muddy brown, reedy in the shallows,
clean and open in clear blue depths
reaching beyond my sight.
Some are navigating
in a pole flat, black silhouettes
against the bright water.
The sun navigates far better,
white light skipping nimbly from one wave
to the next.
It's a game of tag.
Never ending.
Like pan-African travel
by train.
