I think of zebras in Zimbabwe,
see shimmering, stripy signatures
on rotund fairground horses
on Hwange’s endless plain.
You think of the same safari,
remember fiddling with focal lengths,
messing with your light meter
to produce the perfect photograph.
Mounted on black in your album
your memory of zebras in Zimbabwe –
frozen, lifeless images, not perfect
enough for a picture postcard.
I smile and remember the zebras
nuzzling and cuddling each other.
You look bemused and say
you hadn’t even noticed.
(Previously published in Envoi)