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A Moment
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Dark gray thunderclouds Slide down out of the mountains. An umbrella, their deep wrinkled faces Glide across Lake Nakuru As red sun dies into The horizon. A ribbon of pink reflects Against echoes of Flamingo Voices and distant thunder. You can hear rain splatter Off the tops of the forest, Moving in sheets it sings Away the heat At the end Of the day. Herds of Buffalo and Gatherings of Gazelles, Welcome an African rain. Rhino's -Kifaru- Dance and spar In the joy of the rain . The end of the lake Is now their domain . Their body boxing, Snorting and heavy gallop, Like the cloud voices, Sound across the lake, An ancient song of Africa, It resounds up the cliffs And climbs into the red storm. Rhino at play demand The attention of the day. Gods of the lake, Four Rhino test Their ancient heritage, Their muscle, Their massive bulk, Unchallenged, Their play breaks up mud And Earth. Dust spirals spin devils Against rain and the setting sun. Now, a deep dark eye beneath clouds, It and I pause in amaze As we watch the end of the day, And the Rhino Gods in play. Purely without intent, A teenage female Brushes the front rack Of the Land Rover, I am knocked From my perch Back down inside the truck. She but pauses,turns, And in quick glance Let's me know, I'm a visitor in her world, A spectator to The Rhino way of life, But an annoyance To the practice of Rhino turf ways. Humbled, I stand in the rain, Laugh, Pay then homage, And understand Life only yields you So many brief moments In the company of Earth's Gods- Kifaru! You have been my joy, My enlightement, And my blessing this African day.
We venture our way Back around the Lake In the rain and the dark. Wet, mud splattered, Jolted, I am humbled To be part of this time. Beauty, Both surreal and sublime, Has been mine. The only thing on my mind Is capturing moments In the moment's time , Before this day Slides into dream, And before the Gods Become Ghosts Again. glb- 9/2005 |
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