My Muse

von Patrick Huwyler

I rush down into the depths and visit places and people and faces fresh in my mind — moments vivid and always speaking, always moving — them and me and how we used to be.

Earth colours, sunshine and poverty.

I rush down into the past and into the arms of loved ones — running in the grass and wildflowers.

Familiar voices and the sound of Swahili — I’m holding hands, ice cream and Nairobi.