Lake Turkana Poem by Allan Hayes

I have stood on the shores
of Lake Turkana,
I have walked in the shadow
of the ghost fire's plume
And I didn't know that
you would love me
Because of the shape
of my feet in stone.

I lay to rest
in the shallow water
Where the silt of the ages
covered me
Little did I know
that my brittle bones
Would jut from dry mud
when your heart was alone.
And holding my bones
you would gaze through time
To sense my breath
on your finger tips,
And feel the chill
of my ancient presence
Out on the plains
in the fields of bone.

As you walk in the hallowed
halls of the canyon
You feel me around you
turned to lime.
As the Universe rolls
to its final end
Neither of us knows
how to stop time.
I felt it merely
as a sadness
An unformed thought
like a field of grain
I'm fading light
at the canyon's mouth
My time has gone
into the rain.