Short Chide Poems

I Chide You, Kirinyaga

At the sound of the national lullaby 
  My face will I hide, O Kirinyaga


 Will sleep not 
Your notes laden with saline saliva
hammer and bore my ears, 
your thoughts unfathomable


I have lost my breath loving you
because my name stems from you
Yet you chide me with your shadows 
that cover my path to you.

O Kirinyaga,
You will no longer see orisons at your crest
Your hump is a forbidding climb
I chide you, Kirinyaga