Our young Maasai guide, Dickson, walks
Us in the land around our camp.
He is thin.
Under his traditional red wraps, shukas, and
Beads over his shoulders and around his waist,
You can see his ribcage, collarbones,
Shoulder blades, hips.
I wonder about how different our lives are
— I know this isn’t original —
But all the things I’ve experienced
That he never will.
All the things he has experienced that
I never will.
I wonder about how many layers I have
Covered my humanity with, the many
Different ways I have avoided the
Truth of the matter.
I wonder if it’s easier to find the soul if
You can already see the ribcage.