BOUND (Tanzanian Twilight)


Sunset in the dust-rise
Of the cattle coming slow
Across the desert plain

Before the herdsman
With his son and mother

Bound

From the stream returning
Past the silence of the grinding mill
Turned off

A whisper in the air

To the fire
Those dotted fires

Spread out and rising
To the falling of the night

Pink to purple haze
Then dark…

This evokes a longing

It  has wedded me
My heart to them forever
At home and quiet

This unified motion of grace
The smile upon their face


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