City Woman Drumming
Drumming lessons
I recently started with drumming lessons. Sometimes I practice early in the morning but have to keep it very soft to avoid waking up the neighbourhood. This inspired me to write a poem
City woman drumming
I play a simple rhythm
on my Djembe drum
from Senegal -
drive away the images
from my early morning dreams,
up our avocado tree
to regain substance
for the night.
***
I play a soft rhythm
on my Djembe drum
from Senegal.
The impatient Africa sun,
waiting all night for my call
to extract the darkness
from inside
the objects around me.
***
I listen to the rhythm
of my Djembe drum
from Senegal.
My hands –
detached now from my mind,
recognise the pointless
compulsion to be useful all day
