Photo: NLB 2018
As I lay in the Ghana sun –
book in hand,
warmth in bones and heart –
I freeze as I feel something
crawling down my leg.
I jerk firmly
to reclaim my body from this crawling invader
who may mean me harm.
Only to realise in that moment:
it was just a bead of sweat.
…
How often,
I wonder,
does what comes out of us
make us jerk away
-in fear?
-in surprise?
-in disgust?
