#BlaPoWriMo: Numbers (poem)

we count one to ten
in Swahili to the
pulse of djembe . . .


Our voices crescendo
like musical scales . . .


return to steady rhythm,
deep; rising, waiting
for final beat . . .


A slap of the palm at drum’s
center. A vibration lingers,
filling our ancestral void



This poem is inspired by a Swahili numbers song I learned in summer camp when I was a kid. It’s hard to describe how the song goes without actually singing it, but think of it as a version of Do, Re, Mi that you can actually shake your hips too. And the drum beat went something like… BOO! ba, da, ba, da, BOO!

All those songs from summer camp are starting to come back . . .

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