Mozart in Nairobi by Maria Stadnicka

I am not a silent poet

The citizenship lesson, on Wednesdays afternoon,

ends at three o’clock

with a Mozart concerto, live broadcast

from our detention centre.

The outer heavy traffic,

the rain washing the roof tops across Nairobi

penetrate the walls –

a sharp, urgent, high-pitched cry.

The ants come to light, across the border,

through a crack in the wood.

Perfect day for unattended prayers.

mozart

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