I watched the golden moon
drip, drip, drip
until she fell into Safari River;

long-armed oaks
watched the shiny moon 
smile 
as she hid among the ripples,

an old savannah wind blew 
a gentle beat of 
rhythm
to her playful mischief,

I watched the Afrikan gods 
dance 
before the stars

just like they danced before 
my grandmothers 
a thousand years before