Delta

Once more onto the banana leaves
That grows on the red mud floor
beside the paw-paw green
over a patient rain gully
and its coming murderous deluge
On a night, that bestraddles the between
of the child’s piercing wail
and the cricket’s lonely sound
and the smelless air, and the dim solar lights
and the laden avocado tree, and the empty tarmac road
and yet .. and yet .. and

2010