Mount Entoto
Brow of a giant, tufty, full of birds
Dad cuts the engine, calling
chocks away!
so our car swoops down the giant's back
with gasp of tyres
just then a raggy boy appears
flings out his gabi like a bustard's wings
racing down the roadside on small springy feet
on the 't' of take-off
now a fierce astonishing idea flies in the open window
am I leading the wrong life?
all it would take is to open this door
all I must do is to jump out into the wind, shouting
ayzohhhh!!!
but when I turn the handle, with Dad yelling over his shoulder
and our car still plunging like a stone
the boy and his life leap in
gabi: a thick shawl worn over normal clothes for warmth