Arrival

my scribbled account of the journey from the airport to arusha:

kilimanjaro.
dark black night
the refreshing breeze after 38 hours of living in air ports & planes
the hum of the wheels on the road below
headlights
the moon shining brightly, almost full
no other light, save the occasional building
figures, walking talking breathing in & out
fields of clouds and crops, racing
tree spirits, whispers
vast
deep
s t r e t c h i n g s k y
the clinking of cold glass bottles
bougainvilla flowers
& the screeching of branches against the window

turn
out
the
lights.