In a Herd

That’s where my soul will free The rhythm of my feet's ancestry My chest heaves, filled with air Charging, galloping in tune we dare Dolphins swimming seas of vast grassland Playing in marked, territorial coastland Moving in sync on a hunt to spear Side by side, we kill with no fear In a league of our own atop Kilimanjaro A zebra of warriors chasing tomorrow I look at them and I feel welcome We stride and pound the ground home I lose my breath, they are my oxygen tank Run for days and nights safe from attack Move into the long stretch of a dark canyon I never tier because with them I’m a Kenyan