Only when I am sad
Or irritated...

Slowly
Silently...

You say I walk faster than my shadow
And why not...

It is thirty days since
Agaracha returned...

Your hands turn
because they are nimble...

Mosquitoes have endured long
Biting people...

I am wondering why mama
Is always agitated...

Lover of the dark
You mystery thief...

She was pounding yam
For her husband...

My mother would hiss
At a youth smoking indian hemp...

Esoteric realities are round us
But we are too busy to notice...

The dawn is welcome
After black long hours...