At the pitch
The
mountains are preparing
to greet the
sea
as the sun
slowly settles
into the
cotton down
softly
billowing at the head
of the
pitch.
The golden
globe
yields
slowly
to the bed
frame world
glowing in
her
azure-domed
kingdom.
Even so, as
the day’s cog
turns,
children run
back and
forth
dragging the
sun,
tethering it
to their
evening’s
entertainment.
If they
could they’d
peg the sun
in her halls
and bring
eternity to their dreams.
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Happy 53rd birthday, Malawi! Here's looking forward to the bright future you have ahead of you. I've been back just over a year now and I still miss it everyday. A special shout out to my Malawian family in Meru - there are too many to name, but you know who you are.
