Visions in Kaolack
A surreal poetic memory of Kaolack, Senegal, where pilgrimage, faith and imagination transform ordinary clouds into visions of spiritual meaning.
the sun shone fairly bright,
golden leaves fall to the floor
and in the gentle breeze
i see batman’s cape
easing through the sky.
once in Kaolack, Senegal
at a bustling pilgrimage,
a fervent crowd grew under the stars.
“look” one said. “there’s our prophet”
as he pointed high.
“there’s his eyes.”
“there’s his nose.”
“there’s his beard.”
the excitement ferments
as I look into the sky
seeing puffs of cotton wool
slowly disseminating.
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