The still point in a spinning world
where, for a heartbeat silence fills
the void.
Wind in the canvas billows,
night falls away with the long slow call of lion:
behind my head hyenas squabble over leopard kill.
Later with the heat
cheetah stretch in swaying grass
light ‘n dark dappled miracles
invisible as the light shifts.
In front of me the long sloping canter
of giraffe, zebra dazzle with the wildebeest
at sundown hippos bob & disappear,
only their ears visible
against the silver of the pool.
Wind in the canvas billows,
while I could lie forever here rocked
in nature’s cradle.
Vultures pick the lion’s kill
once more the night is hollow
with chimera of movement,
baboons battle above my head
& the grass breathes the Delta’s immortality
life & death an inch away
as water glistens and the elephant’s
grey shadows glide the horizon.