Ugandan Weaver Bird

This poem found its muse in my visit to Uganda in May 2007 to participate in the 1st Amahoro Gathering.

Ugandan Weaver Bird


I will place it here and

tomorrow I will do the same

with this leaf’s veined fibers. And

all for a bride --


some primitive mold, they say,

in this shattered place

where hope gets wrapped

inside a patch of grass


of savannah. Where shadows pass,

they say, over other nests

made in other trees

in a twilight of other dreams.


Where quiet burns

east and west of Eden. Where

the bodies of men whisper again

of twigs and, some say, a new home.



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