Tombo y Tembo

I've a pencil
in my pocket
ready to draw
and a mirror
to catch the reflection
the white reflection
of your form.

The floor and walls change
into spirits.
They're all moving,
changing in time.

Tombo flitters,
dragonfly.
Tembo stomps
Elephant steps.

Forward balance
in and out of bound.
We turned the room
into elegant bloom.

It's just a sketch,
a concert,
a lost shadow
caught on tape.

I have a pencil
in my pocket
in my pocket
ready to draw
and a mirror
to catch the reflection.
Tombo y Tembo.

Clay and charcoal
turn and congregate
as you silently postulate
floodgate into elegant bloom.

©-Sonja J. Johnston 12-Apr-2013