kuwasili, arrival
The doors open and a warm winter breeze overtakes the jet stairs.
Slowly, step by step off the airstep, no sign of tears yet, only a smile
A smile so wide it takes over the clear star-lit sky, shining brightly
I peer around to the mountainous outline of what’s to come to me.
Finally
Home.
A droplet inches slowly from cheekbone until planting the ground
I look up. Not a drop of rain tonight. My hand touches my eyelids
And a lake forms inside, slowly the dam breaks, flowing swiftly to
the ground beneath my wheels. No sounds around, just stillness.
Finally
Niko hapa
I’m here.
No longer a dream-like state of wonderment of the unknown world.
No longer a cavernous feeling and free-flowing thoughts of how.
No longer my mind-state training to slow thoughts and find peace.
But a reality of truth, ukweli, of what’s to come. I’m here. My arrival.