Congolese Quest III

Congolese Quest III  
   
The cool scent of menthol    
Rises from the eucalyptus plantation  
After the raindrop ballet  
Soaks the fields in the breath of Africa  
Which our bare feet drink through pores  
Like holy water from a sky which sings love  
With aromatic exhalations of the gift from green  
Which we breathe into berried branches  
With Griot’s stride growing like grasses  
As my steps take me further away  
From silicon chips and liquid crystal  
Into a chlorophyll world  
Where only the wind dreams us    
into an oval universe  
with thick walls of food
for the long dark night
Afloat in a sea of milk
to be born out of the cosmic coconut