I Could Not Stand Up

not even

to my knees

there were words

so heavy

my head knocked

against the street constantly

I did not want to go on

but if I stopped

nerves burst through

my body

and my back cracked

so I stumbled on.

 

Out of nowhere

the music began to play

the notes slow

I saw the sea

and as I started

to stand up straight

through the mist

several skyscrapers rose.

 

 

The above poem is from my second book Circling the Sky (2013).

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How Strangely We Are Built

our bodies our minds

and that strange

is the world too

beautiful and bad

nature and therefore we

are like that

our greatnesses

our stupidities

mercy mercy

peace happiness

joy I want

I wail and wail

like a child

calm I want

calm I want

to be

and that jazzbird

has arrived

and finally it is nearing dawn

and that wonderful

bird is playing

its horn

twee twee

tweuhuhuihhhu

it goes on for long

there is so much

and so beautiful

it knows it’s playing

and the music it is making

it raises its volume now

it is welcoming the sun

in its own language

it is blowing out the meaning

of its life

complicated

the gaps the turns

the stops

and now it goes back to its first note

wow what a musician

how it blows

and the trees and everyone is listening

to the jazzbird

playing another variation

now

I too should just stop writing

and listen

and now a whistler bird

is blowing its sweet long whistle louder

and the jazzbird is in the background

nature is showing its sonic parade

it is celebrating in the morning

the birds are at least

because they are the happiest

only they can fly.

The Watchman

sat under the mango tree

on a blue tin chair

tapping his stick

on the ground

in the afternoon.

 

Across the road

a cream Fiat slept

in its rusted garage

in the shadow

of a faded

yellow building.

 

The white sky

burned in

complete silence.

 

 

The above poem is from my second book Circling the Sky (2013).

And Now Dominic You’ve Got To Get

into the rhythm of life here in Kumily

I tell myself

it’s a nice town

a nice neighbourhood

less people

the electricity yesterday

went for a few hours

but the weather

is cool and pleasant always

and there are such a lot of beautiful birds

and trees and hills and mist

this is even more beautiful

than your childhood

I tell myself

and with my scooter

I’ll ride through the streets here

the sloping roads

and I’ll travel through town

yesterday Ludger was sick

he had vomiting and a bad stomach

Claus too was ill with a sore throat and a bad cough

we relaxed in his balcony

he is a good man

and Ludger showed me birds

he brought a book from the house

where we identified some of the birds around

lots of bulbuls yellow green brown

they are beautiful

and Claus has a pool where they come to bathe

and drink water

later lots of brown bulbuls were fighting

in a tree behind us

Ludger pointed that out

and he also showed me other birds

and Claus and Omana have

a big beautiful white cat

whom they love very much

Ruby

and we locked it by mistake in the terrace

and it cried

and Omana heard it

and I opened the door

and we were joyous

especially the cat

from the terrace

you see

huge flocks of black birds fly over the mountains

and they change direction

it is all so wonderful

and then Omana

pointed out a lone white egret

that flew right above us

so sleek and swift

that was the best

and the clouds here

are the whitest

I’ve seen anywhere.