watching lions

Flown to the other side of the world, across the sea, 

stolen from the savannah, through  thunder...

Sitting under the opposite end of the bend in the sky

My shoulders catch the warm sun.

Not hotter than Africa hot, but still Burning...

Wishing for an indian summer around this bay

my dreamy thoughts make weaver bird nests

 I try to re-swallow - what I once ate with my pair of almond eyes

the widening was found 

in powder blue gulu skies billowing towards the blind, 

outside joy opened

in the white sheet, ripe body scented, cinema...

I could watch a lion for days... purr and roar

again, again

again

warm hearts in pitch dark

Laying side by side in static cling, renaissance dawned

In a natural market, not bottled or sold,

In our walk through the grace..sunlit, diffused, red dust, 

mosquito bites, and beaded~sweet fresh juices-

from foreign sticky fruit, dripping, down

strangers hands no longer strange

held and then released...that which I once tasted
surrounded by tall prickling speargrass

I again re-swallow, 

gulping down

the widening there found..the ripest..

yonder is within-   

reach

there... 

into joy

awake,

a world, and worlds fed through almond eyes, each is with~in,

closer~just a heartbeat away, I could watch lions for days 

again, again, 
again the lions...

together governing the same end in the bend of the sky

Frisbee with Anthony

Heaven and Mahogany

Walk these days under African skies, Gulu, Uganda

Gulu

Gulu High, St, Jude's Primary school/children's home. 

An angel by the side of the road

The girls

Sunday at the Girls dormitory, St. Jude's 

Big Sister

Firing pit for animals made out of local clay

Afternoon sun

At the blind annex

Small bumps on paper
form poetry of ripe thoughts...
wish I could read it 

Building a new farmhouse in Uganda --- a rare thing for Africa

Eucalyptus sapling scaffolding, and one brick at a time. 

Following the mothers through their corn fields