Goroka Poem by Ruth Kamasungua

The trees and mountains
The shrubs and bushes
Banana trees and pitpit
Builds a silhouette over the horizon
Where white clouds meet the greenery
I watched behind the flowery curtain

Before me
Laid out on the table
The deer posed with grace
A souvenir
The Bible lay open in dignity and awe
The bag lay casual, full of promising holes
My hands lay on the keyboard gracefully tapping
My eyes squinting with salty water
And my head dull with sleep

Goroka lay serene in the afternoon
The sound of machines working
A truck rolling up the hill
And people walking simple
The sun descends over the horizon
Leaving me unperturbed