Summer fragrance
a breeze of new growth
vibrant colors all around
walking through a familiar road
intrigued by the thought of a detour
and all that it would unfurl
A new path at dawn
cheerful faces at every stop
The infectious joy of laughter
I would have missed
stumbling over yesterday’s wrought
instead of the now, here and after, hope
Nibble hands glide a squeegee into frame
amongst a vast expanse of glass and steel
harnesses tied for safety as the wind howls
against the panels like a ghostly ghoul
this is not only a labor of love, but a family
legacy passed down from father to son,
from his great-grandfather and the one he sonned
bodies adapted for the height and the precision
of perfect balance
techniques executed with a mix of water, soap
and glass, all those high rises, all those magnificent
skyscrapers, someone’s got to clean them, these
valiant someones who brave the wind, the
sweltering heat, and bone-numbing temperatures
to give our magnificent buildings a glow.
Marcel Aduda is a Kenyan artist, writer and poet. He writes using the best techniques of these three fields to weave pieces that break apart and come together like a beautiful collage. Ever searching for new ways to paint pictures in people’s minds.
