Woman of Africa

She stands unmoving in the spray

This woman of Africa

She is immutable, she is steadfast

The waves are relentless

Pounding impotently against the lava of old

The woman is timeless as she is bold

She is the rock on which she stands

Her eyes see further than the horizon

As they reflect the amber depths

Of unplumbed, undefined emotion

Her journey is an unbroken step

Walked with stoic endurance

A life unremarked and unnoticed

It will end as it began

On a palette of reeds

In an unfloored hut

Dust to dust, ashes to ashes

Living to newly departed

Still the waves keep coming

The rocks stand firm

Her timelessness slowly fades

Until another stands in her place