A Solo Tango

Whispers fill the air
Of how the day was lived
Full of life from the crook
Naked bodies swirl in the water below
Twisting as though the spill of water through them tickles

Every now and then
The rest take a jump
Maybe involuntarily
But they dive into the water and
Dance a tango
Of broken twigs and flowing water

As the great oak babysits
Sure that they’ll still leave.

By Wanjiku Mwaurah See more of her poetry here or there