my hands are holed and can not hold the waters
your laughter is aimed at outside the tree house
where kipling’s words keep guard at the gate
i have for you but this smile that floats high under the fever trees
to join the dark waters of the limpopo beyond
i am enchanted by your freedom
the eyes that see the world in multiple dimensions
and two rivers that now stand surprised that they have
acquired richer waters on their way to the great ocean
this is true and pride is my witness
