[Diary Notes]
We had to move out for two nights then we
returned to this beautiful site, the river view
where the sky is blue and wide & the golden
sun illuminates trees and grass with an inner
light which turns to a softer glow as the sun
is sinking low, cicadas provide background
Song with shimmering high trills - filling the
air with sound, the tame little doe has come
back, treading delicately as she feeds - and
I have to roam alone since my hippo friend
never returned & the glow is intensifying as
the sun is sinking lower, I marvel at a gilded
World where birdsong adds a touch of class
to the evening serenade, the doe’s beautiful
dark almond eyes shine in the light of the sun
while a lonely crocodile is sunning himself on
a far-off sandbank and I delight in the beauty
of this golden evening in number seventeen
Where hippos keep grunting in laughter at us,
later we see hippos lazily lounging around in
Sunset Lake where the crocodiles believe they
should form a static tableau, happy to remain
immobile indefinitely…
Later:
At the lakeside restaurant the river is having
a conversation with the sky, that is clear, and
a hippo is traversing the water quietly; we are
seated high above the river watching while the
conversation between river and sky is winding
down since all the light is concentrating on the
Side of the setting sun and the river is losing its
pretty pink hue until the water is a soft shade of
blue, these river talks are coming to an end and
a Cheshire-Cat-smile moon lights the night sky;
but I am wrong: the conversation is going on -
the water is still reflecting the light sky against
Which the landmass is etched like a thick line of
darkness increasing, this beautiful day is coming
to an end when I wanted it to last forever..
[3 June 2022]
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