Soul Friend

They say each tree grows in its own shadow
But we are strange trees you and me
For I am entwined to you stem and roots;
Someone passing by
Would swear we are one tree
and lose that bet
But my bark is rough and yours smooth
Your leaves are the shape of the heart
and mine the shape of an arrow head

all striving for light

Dancing for Pennies

When I left work today
My leather bag heavy on my hand
And my tie loosened
I passed by the market path
Where a young man was dancing for pennies
Music was playing from a shop close by
And on those borrowed sounds
He made his day’s quarter
On bare feet and threadbare shirt
a smile on their face he carried on
Almost kicking over his bowl of pennies
And making everyone around beam with smiles
I stood a while and then walked off — smiling


I thought as I boarded an old crowded bus
If only I’d be half as glad doing my job
Like that young man dancing for pennies
Another man carefully chains carts to a metal reel
Whistling as everyone goes about their business
And I look outside my window
They look like passing trees
Beautiful glad trees they are.
Dancing in the wind
Dancing for pennies
I begin reading sign posts
On the side of buildings we pass by
THE COOPERATIVE BANK …….KENYA SEEDS LIMITED
THE GLORY IS HERE …….JESUS IS ALIVE……
and fall asleep.

Passing Storm

I went out into the woods

An expanse fresh air after rain

Sat on a stone under a pine tree

and pondered my wretched state

The soft winds wafted by

and I was drenched in teary showers

That awoke me from my pondered state

to unseat my chin from my palm.

Like the pining tree

Having been steadfast in the storm

Wept in the soft wind

After the storm is long gone

This too shall pass