Mzazi

I've been here many times to hear
the water roar as it falls down down
a cement wall along its way.

A place to rest a moment from pedaling
and snap a photo or two. Watch a gaggle
of geese become a skein.

We like the sound of water, some say
because long ago our ancestors emerged
from primordial soup.

We needn't go back that far
to understand why the splashing of water
makes us feel closer to something.

Were we not, all, in our beginning 98% fluid
and just 2% salt and cells? Water from our
mother's body protecting and cajoling us.

She hummed and talked to me.
Whilst I kicked and stomped away the hours.
A place to rest and hear the sound of water.

Published in: sine cera
A DiverseCity Writing Series Anothology
Reflections
Volume XXI
April 2018
pg 151