II

II.

an hour later the alarm goes off
by then morning has already started
the creeping light slipped in

the only memory: your face
idiosyncratic gestures and glances
absconding within as I know too well

you have famous shrugs

outwardly - I know
and inwardly

but
I too learn about myself
and I don't know why
this is all new to me

red hair and reddened bandages
green eyes with red pigments
crimson as a summer's night

how was I so naive
dreaming of burning oil fields
lighting up the sand?

life goes on before my eyes
and I'm part of it
as evidenced by this turmoil

how could I be so naive
post-colonial Africa dancing
in the recesses of my heart?

I just discovered the here and now
in Irish eyes bewildered
drifting through Sahara winds