Gaborone Chilly Mid Morning

This bright and chilly mid-morning
Birds tweet and excrete in mid-air
Their frenzy heightened
By fresh gusts of wind
And swirling dust
Their melodies mingling
With distant sounds of drilling
And of banging hammers
Of radios voices
Of varying frequencies
And sirens

At a writing desk
Whole love sits up
Back straight
Forehead scrunched
Legs crossed
Hand on chin
Poised to pin down
The day’s choreography

Working out
Some fleeting fragment
Of a wiggling insight
Contorting the alphabet
To gather the colours
Of a recalcitrant
Winter mid-morning
To depict the wind whistling
To let us catch a glimpse
Of how leaves
Graciously glide
to the ground…