He rose to speak of not one
but the dance of two kings
two men of different moment
different weight in the eyes, the memory of God
one danced at the sense of joy
the feeling of wonder, happiness
in the presence of the creator, protector of his people
the other, danced the dance
......
In Ongata Rongai's club, a memory song weaves,
A tale of Newton Karish and daring thieves,
Late '90s, New Year's Eve, a lively show,
A sold-out crowd, in high spirits, they'd go.
Karish, unlike modern stars who mime,
With a live band and dancers, he'd shine.
From 10 pm till dawn's early light,
He'd entertain with all his might.
......
The treetop glimmers outside my window
As light, dancing upon the leaves –
Shimmers off each leaf in soft yellow.
From afar, my attention is retrieved
By light, pure and perfectly aglow.
In the wind, swaying gently –
Each leaf is twirled as a ballerina –
Playing with my fragile jealousy.
I think I hear in the wind a viola –
......
summer tanager
a red streak into the wood
gold sunshine on green
amethyst evening
when the pale moon is glowing
weeping willow breeze
a pink and gold dream
cherry blossom petals fall
......
There was a girl
who danced in the city that night,
that April 22nd,
all along the Charles River.
It was as if one hundred men were watching
or do I mean the one hundred eyes of God?
The yellow patches in the sycamores
glowed like miniature flashlights.
The shadows, the skin of them
were ice cubes that flashed
......
In the hush of autumn's breath,
leaves pirouette,
a silent ballet,
each one, a fleeting whisper,
unique in its descent.
Golden, crimson,
their colors bleed into the air,
twirling, spiraling,
a soft surrender to the earth,
......
The treetop glimmers outside my window
As light, dancing upon the leaves –
Shimmers off each leaf in soft yellow.
From afar, my attention is retrieved
By light, pure and perfectly aglow.
In the wind, swaying gently –
Each leaf is twirled as a ballerina –
Playing with my fragile jealousy.
I think I hear in the wind a viola –
......
In Ongata Rongai's club, a memory song weaves,
A tale of Newton Karish and daring thieves,
Late '90s, New Year's Eve, a lively show,
A sold-out crowd, in high spirits, they'd go.
Karish, unlike modern stars who mime,
With a live band and dancers, he'd shine.
From 10 pm till dawn's early light,
He'd entertain with all his might.
......
summer tanager
a red streak into the wood
gold sunshine on green
amethyst evening
when the pale moon is glowing
weeping willow breeze
a pink and gold dream
cherry blossom petals fall
......
For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee
Dark-eyed,
O woman of my dreams,
Ivory sandalled,
There is none like thee among the dancers,
None with swift feet.
I have not found thee in the tents,
In the broken darkness.
I have not found thee at the well-head
......