Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Mbita Point by Otieno Amisi

Mbita Point

There's nothing like the feel of wet sand
seeping slowly between your toes

Nothing like the cool of the clear
morning water over your waking shoulders.

Mbita Point
There's nothing quite like the ebb
and tide
The lull of the half sleeping sea
breathing in rhythm
with the earth
waking slowly... so slowly...
to the chuckle of the red-necked birds..

The waves lap gently
licking the sleepy lips of the sea rocks
like a tired a giant hippo
on and on, on and on, back and forth
this wave this way,
that wave that way
salient,
stagnant,
silent,
yet alive and vibrant..
At Mbita Point

There's nothing quite like a morning bath
by the beach
in Victoria's clear waters
watched by the red-necked Masou birds
and the tired fishermen
returning,
from the midnight catch
Ah the lone virgin peeping
behind the reeds.

There's nothing quite like a morning bath
at Mbita Point.

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