Finally. At the airport. We have arrived –
our voyage almost complete. Finished.
This leg. As GSO I spent so many days here,
so many late nights meeting visitors,
crews, teams for our new building project.
Half all caught up in a series of local dramas.
I remained detached, aloof, aware
of the inconsequentiality
of fleeting troubles, phantoms that soon fade.
Goodbye for now, Mama Africa! We have
your hopes & dreams, cross-stitched with our own,
your cabeceira, veludo, and faroba,
your malagueta and honey in our baggage –
the sweetened waters of Pinjiguiti,
the reddened stain of palm oil on our lips.