Poems – The Mombasa Business


The Mombasa Business

Hot belly of Mombasa;
business complete.
Stuck, hours waiting
for a ferry across
ferrous waters and home.

Or it feels like hours;
locked inside an ancient jeep.
Windows shut, tight.
Each twitch creating heat,
I fight to stay still.

A boy slams against the window.
I follow advice, avert my eyes.
Again. The slam against the glass.
Something forces me to look.
The boy’s face tells us
this business is too big for us all.

This poem appeared in Envoi Poetry #166