Baadaye

Baadaye to you masaj. Keep the sand for me. Hold the sky for me. Forget me not and please wish me back.

Two roads

The village is still there. And even though I'm gone nothing has changed. So why do I feel different?

Clouds

When green has turned grey I lie on my back longing for blue.

Wind

Just barely you can feel the wind blowing through a shape of a star. When nothing else moves that star holds a promise.

Moving

Shokishoki

This is the way to open a secret. Something sweet and not too hard will unfold and bless you.

God

I'm waiting for someone to open. Someone who will say my name the right way. Say it like rain on a dusty road. Or like cinnamon scented ice tea when the sun dries up the inside of my throat.

Ochre

Burnt down but fully air conditioned.

Dennis

Unintrusive. And very good company.

Sand

Between my toes. In my hair. Grinding me down to sweet, sweet nothing.

Parking

Fish are safe. For now. Later the boats go out again.

Peekaboo

Later

Later this is the only colour that sticks to me. When I sleep. And when I am longing.

By boat

A quiet boat. Slowly sliding. Home is just around the bend.

The cat

And then there was the cat. Slightly crazy over her eyes. And nervously looking for company.

Rest

Then some rest. To sleep the dust of. And to breathe in the evening breeze.

Stone

Something out of stone. Holding, hiding, making me warm.

Some kind of blue

I try to find the word. A colour with no name. Like cream in a swirl. Or smoke under water.

Children III

Children II

Children I

By car

Safe in my car going through town. They might wonder what I see. I always wonder what I want.

I went to Zanzibar

I went to Zanzibar and didn't feel like ever going home. Perhaps because I had traveled far and found a place with stars. Shining for me.