Setting sun whispers goodnight
amidst clouds wafting quietly;
the Acacia trees hum
in chorus with indigenous insects,
and the far mountains
sing counterpoint.

I’d never been there before.
Yet the song is strangely
deeply known to me.
I am changed forever
having experienced this sunset
in Kruger National Park.

Nineteen hours flying time
is traversed in the blink of an eye.
I step inside this picture
and I’m back on the trail where
I took it, reliving those sensations.
The driver was gracious enough
to stall our trip back to camp,
as he preferred to gaze and share
with us his charges
the last moments of the sun’s descent.

The image and the feeling are forever
a part of me, no photo needed.
Instead it represents my attempt
to capture at least the picture of it
to share the event with others.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

This poem is for the napowrimo prompt #6, converse with images. Visit the post to see the details of this prompt.