He is munching on nuts,
Utilising the muscles he has.
He has wonderful eyes,
Wide set and is,
Now eating a banana with a plastic spoon.
We both, have motioned for a waiter.
He is masticating on a blob of Almond paste that he,
Has scooped from a glass jar in the,
Center of the table,
With his middle finger,
Nibbling like a squirrel,
And there is something askew,
As he rushes,
To the aid of a woman carrying,
Four heavy bags.
He leaves his own where it is,
I wonder if he’s on drugs, or
Just a tourist,
High on Africa,
A white man free to do as he pleases –
I am a black man preparing to fly, and
Have been informed about baggage,
-evocative short poetry