Monday, April 23, 2007
Red Soil
The red soil is impossible to get off of your skin.
No matter how much you wash and
scrub and wipe
The white towel you dry off with still
has streaks of red from the soil.
So you use an extra bar of soap and
wash twice instead of once and
eventually you get clean.
But with so much red soil it's impossible to get it all and
eventually you find that it's found a way into the
little tiny places you can't reach with a bar of Dove and a Q-tip.
And you come home and after
6 months or even 8 there is no trace of it left
and you realize that
the red soil is actually not all that difficult to scrub off your skin
but there is just simply no way to wash it from
your heart.
No matter how much you wash and
scrub and wipe
The white towel you dry off with still
has streaks of red from the soil.
So you use an extra bar of soap and
wash twice instead of once and
eventually you get clean.
But with so much red soil it's impossible to get it all and
eventually you find that it's found a way into the
little tiny places you can't reach with a bar of Dove and a Q-tip.
And you come home and after
6 months or even 8 there is no trace of it left
and you realize that
the red soil is actually not all that difficult to scrub off your skin
but there is just simply no way to wash it from
your heart.
Back
My last night in Nairobi I lay quietly in the dark.
Frogs conversing outside my window.
Thinking how nice it would be to get back to water pressure.
reliable toilets
chocolate
a full stomach
The plane ride home felt like months.
~~~~
And now here I am, in this place (my home) with
a full stomach and a toilet that will flush
wishing more than anything that I could find a way back
to torrential downpours
dusty roads
chocolate skin and
a satiated soul.
Frogs conversing outside my window.
Thinking how nice it would be to get back to water pressure.
reliable toilets
chocolate
a full stomach
The plane ride home felt like months.
~~~~
And now here I am, in this place (my home) with
a full stomach and a toilet that will flush
wishing more than anything that I could find a way back
to torrential downpours
dusty roads
chocolate skin and
a satiated soul.