bush buffet

bush buffet

you can’t eat the scenery
she said about Vermont
but lounging at Shayamoya
I take in great gulps
of Jozini and Lobombo
clean my teeth
with tiger fish nets
listen close under canvas
for the pulse of wave
or rattle of train
fill a leaking bucket
with jawsome hugs
as usual try to notice
what’s not being said
fill up on cricket song and eagle cries
thirsty
in a country waiting for rain