Deanie Rowan Blank
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Silver Similarities for Gerry
We stood before grown children old friends, family, vowed to keep love found between twin sorrows We soared Sahara sands to Entebbe where — click, click — trigger-happy travelers now take framed snap shots. We silver-tressed new wed widows trekked The Impenetrable Rain Forest of dense jungle fills hungry air. Climbed to rhythmic machetes — slash, slash…steep, steamy hours... lungs breaking, mud legs aching… hush, hush — a bush moved… thump, thump — we saw the giant sleepy silverback, his mellow mountain clan, his adolescent son’s raw boast, met the mother’s curious regard…all eyes agog.
No more aware of breathless air, we twelve survivors — six human, six gorilla.
Bliss —
Back to base camp, showered like pioneers from pails above. Sipped fine wine by night’s fire, sublime reminiscing with mates. Tap, tap — tropic rain on tent tops as we sank into trim cots. My world wide again, my love for you larger than this glowing golden land of Africa
― appeared in Saturday Magazine, January 1999 |
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