Tsodilo
Who lives with trust
Scattered, lost grains
From your brothers’ places
Gathered and re-crystallized
Do I belong to you?
Did you follow my people
from fresh water banks?
Aboard the fervent belt of Kibara
Where the ground sleeps in agony
When I too
Was but a Thought
We are much alike you and I
We do not travel light
We carry the weight of our past
openly
To mark our path into the future
We base our growth on a Consistent
Climate
Mounted
Upon golden footstools
Low enough
to go unnoticed
Hiding our contentment
And High enough
not to draw suspicion
