khumbula

khumbula

you’ve already seen the stars in the southern sky
and still you burn
with the intensity of an ancient inferno
from the land of first life.
I want to fear lions, stalking through the darkness
at the edge of the firelight,
to sit with you, watching
the flames melt the moon,
under your stars
which sparkle with a luster
unrivaled
by any diamond ever mined.

by Cara Baker

City College of San Francisco's Literary Magazine