Groove

Thursday, July 06, 2006


Rattling on the highway of Queen’s road
Face sun-kissed from Navua
Hair stiffened from the sea-spray of Sigatoka
Skin matted from the dry soil of Nadi


I smell musty soil of Fiji
I drink in miles of green sugar-cane
Smile at the swaying coconut palms
Fading away in the blue ocean


Soaring in the air
I fly over Mt Rupaehu
Face stung by cold, cold Auckland
I stand invisible at Cathedral Square


And you, my friend
Ground me home
A Fiji away from Fiji
In Christchurch


Chugging on the train from Zurich station
Past the twinkling sparkling blue Limmat river
Red brick houses, with window-sill gardens
My heart soars with adventure


The rugged mount Alps
Glaciers gleaming in sun-spray
Its beauty unfathomable
So foreign


In Braunwald
I search friendly faces
I appraise skin
Fair and yellow
For lurid Pacific humour


If I were to scale the mountain Alps
If I were to scale the river Limmat
Would I see skin colours
All shades of brown?
Would I see black hair,
Straight, curly and frizzy
Would I breath in the salt-stung
Pacific ocean breeze?


Chugging on Pacific Transport bus to Suva
Dripping sweat sticks dry soil on skin
My lazy laugh bouncing
My groove is here
And here it will be.


Mosmi Bhim   (2 September, 2003)

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