BEAUTIFUL SOUND

One may ask, beautiful sound? What is it?
I say anything that warms your heart
When you hear it, then beautiful it is.
Beautiful may be, the sound of children's laughter
The sound of chirping birds
Of lapping waves against rocks or a vessel.
Of a happy barking dog.
Of a trumpeting elephant
Of the the wood pecker
Of a horse neighing
Or of the stream flowing
Or of ducks clucking

Or should I go domestic?
Some of us live not in natural surroundings
The sound of a sleek car moving
Or of the broom sweeping
Or soft sound of the strokes of the brush of a painter
The sound of a hosing pipe hosing
The sound the hair blow dryer
The sound of typing on a keyboard
The sound of falling coins
The sound of a mouth organ, or a harmonica, or the guitar, or a piano, or simply drums


Now lets get a bit personal
How about the sound of a contented lover? The sigh..or the groan
Or the sound of breathing
The sound of bodies touching, oh yes, there is a sound
The sound of kissing
The sound of love
The sound of dreams
Or of fingers clucking
Or of wind against your ears
Or of your rubbing your own skin
Or of swallowing food, or liquid

But the best sound is the sound of beautiful music...mine or yours it just has to be beautiful

MIRACLE OF SMELL

Why is it that most poets never speak of smell.
Smell is one of the most magical things
Like beauty, each individual experiences it in a different way
What one may like, another may not.
But there are those that most people love
Like the smell Freshly cut grass
The Old Book Smell or simply the library
The Smell after It Rains
The smell of freshly brewed Coffee
The smell of fresh Roses
The one for a washed and powdered baby
Slightly Burnt Ugali
The smell of overturned earth
The salty smell of the Ocean
The smell of clean clothes which have just dried by the sun
The smell of tea
The smell of a new laptop
The smell of natural food spices
The smell of fried cassava
The smell of pishori rice
The smell of nicely cooked managu
The smell of steaming milk
I know there are many more
but last I will say the smell of one's own body after a good shower.

DEAR LORD

It has come to that time of life again
It has come Lord
To that time Lord when I see bleak

The time is now
The time is here
When all is haywire
When all laughs at my puny trying of making things right.

I know, I know
You will say, "Trust me in my child"
But Lord how can I when all I see is doom?
How can I when I have reached the wall?

Lord even when I cant see the dawn
Let me hope for it.
Let me feel the good in my heart
Let it drive me each day.

Lord of course I will trust you.
All I have to do
is look around and count my blessings
And look at the miracles

JUST BEING

I wanted to touch,
that place where love lies,
where tears never reach
and scars can’t disguise.

I wanted to heal,
the wound set so deep,
but words cannot move,
the dark treasure you keep.

I wanted to remove,
the symbols of your past,
the secret inscriptions,
in flesh and blood cast.

As I sat thinking,
the light slowly came,
these things were but letters,
that spelled out your name.

And so I embraced,
the sorrows and pain,
things I could not touch,
would never ascertain.

But that was alright,
I found a truer meaning,
for love is not wanting,
but sometimes, just being.

I TOO

When I hear people
Telling of heroes
telling of great deeds
Of ancient days
When I read the telling in the books of ancient and current history
Then I think within me
I too , am one of these



When I hear the people
Praising great ones
Then I know that I too
Shall be esteemed
I too, when my time comes
I Shall do mightily!

MIRACLES I SEE

Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know nothing else but miracles
WetherI walk the streets of Nairobi
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses towards the sky
Or walk with naked feet at the beach
Or stand under trees in the park
Or talk by day with any one I love...
Or sit at the table for supper with my family
Or look at strangers beside me in a matatu
or watch wasps building a home on my ceiling


Or animals feeding in the fields
Or birds circling in the sky
Or the marvel which is sundown, or the stars, shiny, so quiet and bright
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the moon.
Or simply reading a book!
These with the rest, one and all, are miracles.
Each distinct and in its place


To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same
And every foot of the earth's interior is spread with the same

To me the sea is a continual miracle
The fishes that, swim, the rocks,
The motion of the waves, the boats, ferries with people
The salty smell of the sea!
What stranger miracles are there?
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HOW WE ARE

When we are going toward someone we say
You are just like me
Your thoughts are like mine
Word matches word
How easy to be together!


When we are leaving someone we say
How strange you are
We cannot communicate
We can never agree
I cant stand you
How hard, hard and weary to be together.


We are not different nor alike
But each strange in their leather body
Sealed in skin and reaching out clumsy hands
And loving is an act that cannot outlive
The open hands
The open eye
The door in the chest standing open