The Kinyarwanda word which means both yesterday and tomorrow.
World resolves itself
in the crowned crane's
liquid eye, in the cry
of the ibis, eye that's gazed
on anyone who's ever walked
this path beneath acacias, through
coffee fields to the river
and back again carrying water or fish.
Cry that cries the morning news.
Come, let's walk this path
together, empty-handed, carrying
nothing back but a few words
of a language ...