Poetry from Africa. Asante Sana
Corto Monzese
Asante Sana
I observe this brick-coloured snake
fleeing car lights
crawling around the forest
still shrouded in the darkness of the night.
The thoughts, oddly, are few
And this time they reach me hesitantly,
With a great desire to run away immediately,
Without even asking for my leave.
I feel two eyes watching us in the darkness.
“Stop the car” I tell Deo, my driver
and we take on board an Ancient man
a Masai wayfarer, regal, impressive,
With very beautiful… androgynous features.
I feel sure that he is my way to the Sacred.
At the same time I hold on tight to the handle of the car
so I do not forget my body
as you taught me, Master,
You should know that I never stopped grieving for you.
But now I understand that you are beside me,
you are Masai wayfarer, Deo, dad, mum, mum,
Ale, Diana, Marcello, Jacky, Divin Colzani,
Bijoux, Scorza, Fusettis, Zouzou, Dylan, Dave,
Big Masks Guru, Pino, Frà, Stu, Enzo, José, Martine, Rossano,
my faithful Jager and the forests of Tanzania with their starry sky,
A multitude of me joined in one self.
Ecstasy, bliss, enlightenment ... now I know where to find you.
Asante Sana Universe, I will never stop thanking you.
Corto Monzese
