"CHRISTMAS ON THE NILE"
(*A poem about Kola's mother)
She is mighty-mighty
(and I remember her)
I remember her toes
piercing the bloody Nile; the
glimpse of leg
beneath wool
I remember her blackness
--so sheer and deep like the
slippery hue of a charcoal panther
beauty abstract and beguiling.
I remember the roundness of her face,
the diamonds in her eyes...and the
merriment of a hair like
wool: salt-jagged and knotty.
On Jesus birthday; I remember
the Holy/unforgettable