Mulanje and the sky

So natural

So still

A tracery of deepest black

Set amongst the mystery of light and dark

A mile above the plain the forest holds its breath

Silence weighs upon the night

Mother

I envy you your place rooted in this rock

Above the living and the dead

Beneath the canopy of stars

Do they see me pause?

Or listen to these musings?

Do they hear the music in my head?

The air chills my skin

I’d linger until morning steals the dream

but sense the jungle watching