Etosha to Okavango – A Poem by Dave Lewis

Etosha to Okavango an Africa Poem by Dave Lewis

The red sun is dark over ‘the great white place’,

as rhino and tembo play truth or dare.

Across the yellow water while plovers referee

the sighs and camera clicks mean that someone’s there.

Soundtrack surreal, we sit on a wooden bench,

inhale the dust, feed the head.

Hear hyenas laugh deep into the night

at your amorous liaison, ‘neath that sun so red.

Near the mopane plains that stretch for countries

we cross the border, heading towards Ghanzi.

Throw away tomatoes, pass a million purple trees

in a flat land, brushed bush, rolling carefree.

Until a new world wakes in a new wet dawn,

the water an oasis, you can literally breathe it in.

Camping on an island hear the lion roar

distant as dreams that we’re already within.

From the collection ‘Mixed Messages’ by Dave Lewis

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