This morning, we lit candles as prayers.
We could have begun a small bonfire
There on the cold concrete floor of the
We could have warmed our
Shaky hands by the open flame,
Happily breathing the smoke.
We could have started a forest fire
With praises, petitions, pleas,
What have you.
Lit the small candles,
Let our tears fall, hoping beyond hope
That our fire would not die.
Tonight, I go to sleep to Divali fireworks booming,
Reminiscent of the past – years of
Baseball games and fuzzy fireworks over the scoreboard.
I lay shrouded in a mosquito net, an
Experience only for my East Africa self,
The sound of wind in the gauzy cloth.
Flat on my stomach, I can’t help but feel
My heart beat, the blood pumping
Deep in my chest.
My cat crawls, then settles, on my legs,
If I close my eyes,
He could be any cat.
Tonight, I think of the questions,
The prayers, the nuances, and it is
Forever until I remember to sleep.