In the Mara

Everyone is doing
what comes naturally
two gazelles, belonging to Thompson
it seemed short and sharp



Two ostrich
with wings flapping
his head bobbing
and weaving
side to side

rapidly finishing
couples coupling



You haunt me again
everyone the night shade of you
the way their shirts spread
across backs


t-shirt lines seen through
heads almost clean shaven
round



And my mind goes back
to the drape and fall
of cloth over mounds
mountains I miss



But I want them all:
Raya Ahava Dode
not your counterfeit substitute



This wait
has put me in peril



Even rescued and restored
I don't know if I'll fall
before the right one is found