I wonder…
Do the trees sing in Africa
at the tail end of the day,
as the sun drifts to the west,
dragging the light,
the colour bleeding from the sky in its wake,
causing such rejoicing from the branches?
Does the African kingfisher
wear a smart, shiny cobalt jacket,
slung over his shoulders,
catching the early morning light,
just like his cousin in Yangon?
Does the frangipani blossom
peep shyly up
towards the African sky,
pleading for just a few drops of rain,
in return
promising to release their scent
into the surrounding air?
Does the water lean to the right
when it slips downwards
from an emptying washbowl
just like it does further north
on the other side of the equator ?
Does it rain
at four in the afternoon
in Africa,
flooding lanes,
prompting laughter and annoyance
in equal mix?
I wonder…
What language
do the frogs speak in Africa?
Would they understand
their Burmese friends
as they revel and splash in the mud?
I wonder
so much
about this continent
that I have yet to properly meet.
And soon I will wonder no more.
Yangon, June 2016
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Lovely. Are you going to find out in person? xoxo, Kathi
Indeed, I am, Kathi. I may have to wonder a little longer for some of the questions, but for others I will share first impressions very soon. 🙂
Beautifully expressed wonderment. Enjoy its revelations as they appear
Thank you so much 🙂 – there is a great deal revealing itself every day. I hope you are well 🙂
was great reading your post