WHERE I COME FROM

where we come from, joy
floats around us like clouds
on every lane beams of warmness rustle in the breeze
and love and beauty swing in our embraces
and we smile with all our senses from sunrise till sundown

 

where we come from dreams do not rest on fences
when the cock crows the young and old rise
take to the road with sparkling powerful arms
songs work-songs harvest-songs and jolly-songs 

hold us tightly in fragrant dances
and kinship are to us scents of magnolia and frangipani
and rituals of the elders look toward the skies
from where cometh our Help of Ages

 

where we come from on every village lane

and on footpaths you could see something lovely

you can see our children's smiles white and glistening  
young girls in braids as precious as gold 
the swing of their hips the rhythm in their gait
the smile on soft-brown cheek and the movement of the eyes
leave the lanky brother in the heat blowing kisses in the air

 

once I heard low bass voices crooning

on a Saturday afternoon when the Rainmaker

came out of the forest with Brides of the gods

the magical flowers of breasts lost many in the garden of chimera
and they disguised their racing pounding hearts
in the melody of the music in their heads

strangers who won't be for long idle spectators
left with their manhood shooting loudly ahead of them

 

where we come from there are many things to sing about
not these hard core blues low bass voices crooning
nasty cruising thoughts on corrugated Freeways  
turning nouns into verbs and fetching dreams
strewn with bones that melt melodies to huge fires
but with my smiles and deep dark eyes

I’ll continue to see there's so much to life than gold teeth