The Maasai and I

Your brown ear is pierced with the gap of a knife

Your black eyes twinkle with the life of a man

My wonder marks that of a white

Mine eyes wide with the awe of a women

Together we climbed

Brother and sister

The Maasai and I

We have seen a different picture

Your life in the sun kissed, deserty Savannah

Mine in the green hills of Appalachia

Yet together we climbed

Brother and sister

The Maasai and I

You stand, tall and high, with the Maasai

You love the blood of a bull, red and ripe

You, your father, mothers, brothers, sisters

In a land rich of tradition

Here I stand in the modernity of the West

Coupled by the simplicity of father

I love the bread of wheat and melted butter

Me, my father, Mama his only love, and their children

Yet together we climbed

Brother and sister

The Maasai and I

How we were brought together

Above the clouds, above the world

I do not know, a paradox – I know

Yet beautifully so

Together, climbing, encouraging

Hand in hand

Up the mountain climbed

The Maasai and I