Definitely in the moment. Legs crossed and back straight!
I close my eyes and concentrate. Rock music, not
the Beatles, Pop Songs. I push that thought aside.
A shard of light. Beachside sunsets will defeat
all blinds. I breathe in, then out for two extra
counts. In with the sea smell, out with rock
pulses. Breathing in the musical
rhythms, holding and breathing
out the warm sunlight. I let go.
Vagueness of thoughts
and sounds merge in
the lull of the van
where I sit on a
mat, on the edge
of a crowded
I tried calligraphy
With trials at drawing.
I didn’t go on stage.
I gave up the piano.
From Greek I translated
Some of Homer’s Iliad.
I went around Europe,
In and out of England too.
I danced to rock and roll
But revelled in jazz jams.
I met an Englishman.
Leaving my little brother behind, we went to Africa. There in a house
With no electricity we raised our first-born. To my small baby, wrapped
in bright java-print I started talking in French English even in Chilunda.
Mwinilunga turned out to be a good place to learn a new language .