Spring 1988 • Vol. X No. 2 PoetryApril 1, 1988 |

Y’iebo

"Y'iebo!"—said everywhere, but spelt . . . ? meaning "I see you!" Called out in birdlike voices by the girls washing in rockpools for the Reed Dance. I see you, too, naked and waving unselfconsciously. It is a flesh-flowered morning and I see you against the sun splash in the water near luminous rocks. How reassuring, where each child who passes, every grinning stranger calls out "I see you!" White turns to red under the sun, or to burnt orange like the roads of Africa, but no identity-collapse this morning. I see you and in Swaziland, foreigner, man, "Y'iebo!"

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