The Bridge of God

this river flows, Pilgrim, down

to daraja mungu, the bridge of God.

upstream, the rushing waters chocked between rocks

some parted under the sturdy roots of mukuyu, the baobab

others, in a moment of youthful folly, broke banks

as if, like fish, they could live on dryland

so, the cool waters thus flow

many a drunkard tested their levels

not with sticks but their knees

the small curls, sensual yet unbridled

deep mangroves roots held tight

where this river leads, pray pilgrim,

we might not know; yet, it holds such

depth of conviction

Poem shared with: Magpie Tales