In the Dusk of Dengeza

Yesterday, I sat in the level wane of dusk Watching the sun slant with the birds towards the taciturn escarpment. Soon heaven was a floorless sea of stars And the two hundreds miles of country was a endless communion of cattle bell-notes and fireflies. I thought to myself how stars and fireflies are alike... -- Always there even when we cannot see them... I saw white petals seated on a shrub open to the warm folk of crickets beneath my sofa of rock I thought to myself how time flows like the now brimming Izuma brook And remembered how girls from my neighbourhood are growing greener with the rains of puberty... I then pulled my thick beard to feel how long it has grown With words of a wiser man than me coming to mind -- You don't choose the beard, the beard chooses you. 09/08/17 Copyright © All Rights Reserved