When time works against us
and weighs at the heart
somewhere in a foreign land,
night turns to day, and
the fashion in shop windows
I pass on my way from work
into djellabas, the smell
of restaurants into kuskus
on a market day,
hands all out, stretched
to acknowledge this gift,
walking in the shadow
of African women, men,
with their fear of anchored boats
on coastal fronts. [...]SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "Blood river train", url: "http://www.blacklooks.org/2008/05/blood-river-train-rethabile.html" });
