Otiato GuguyuBalancing on a board of wood
The other side extends a greeting
We touch in water and they desire to pull me under
Beneath the weight of water and wonder
The fear of gripping mud and becoming part of this tectonic movement that defies the surface
Not yet, am not yet worthy to wander the sails of my forefathers
Those children of Kintu sold mtama, fish, tobacco, mats, skim rugs, otter-skins, pipes of baked clay, pots and drinking-vessels, calabashes, and good carrying-nets, baskets, on these waters.
They had eyes to see the unseen
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