Another Twisted Groove

Harmony from a dark heart

Between March and May

The Harmattan season blows hot and dry

A continental trade wind that sweeps

From the Sahara to the Gulf of Guinea

And somewhere south of

Ancient Khartoum

Without wings, I fly south

High above the dusty road

Beside the White Nile

And I glide

While the percussive beat of drums

Is met by chords that float

Like me

And if I told you

The truth

That I am hypnotized

By the dust plume

The particulate plumage

Left behind

When I couldn't fly

(completed on a Sunday, the sixteenth day of June, 2024)