Celebrating East African Writing!
Finding commune in the arms of strangers,
Now that yours are tuberoses falling
On God’s beguiling face.
As your reflection glides,
Tincture of Opium, my abiding friend,
Offers intimate visions from the cradle.
Old continent beyond Fort Jesus
Shipwrecked where the floating tamarisks
Meet the ocean’s amethyst nymphs,
Still as wet leaves on her face.
© Clifton Gachagua 2011