Africa

Another death gives long ago new life,
I have outlived many to remember
the flood of light, another continent
bafflement, delight, the search for pleasure

now so much is as inner spectacle,
sometimes dazzling or somber obscure
the past far past the reach of true or false
simultaneously stripped and adorned

desperado desire, flesh as treasure,
that momentous melting, instance of itself,
two together meeting evanescence,
Now one, not lonely, own brief company

patterns of light are wrinkling on water
open horizon door to the risen sun