Nairobi

The world is small

Drops of liquorish sweets that remind her of stone covered hills in Abruzzo,

Delicate morsels, swirling between the words we say easily,

Nothing much, good morning, good night,

So much, the smiles, shared without thinking,

The light snow falling outside,

Descending on trodden grass tucked tightly into the ground on which to make a home,

Delightful striving, building so much so quickly with each day,

Nothing much, good morning, good night.

The world is small

Throngs of people milling around at the mouth of Riverside Drive,

Tripping words, waiting to hear so difficulty,

Nothing much, good morning, good night,

So much, the gun fire, the news, a hotel draped in ivy, without thinking,

No rain, nothing to wash away another falling,

Descending into the tears of family waiting for the people with whom they made a home,

Always striving, building so little so slowly with each day,

Nothing much, good morning, good night.

The world is small

Figs in molasses placed gently on a clear glass plate from her mother’s house,

Fighting no more, switching our views with ease,

Nothing much, good morning, good night,

So much, the smiles, shared without thinking,

The light of our grace warming shared skin,

Radiating from here to there and everywhere in a moment,

No need for striving, the rain from clouds so light, so fast,

We will always be together, at least for forever,

Nothing much, good morning, good night.

Dorian LaGuardia

15 January 2019