I’m going for a mango
I won’t be back soon.
I’ll be occupied with this mango
until it’s good and gone.
But even then, I might want another;
Who knows how long that will take.
I’ve been waiting to go
For a long time –
There’s no mangoes where you are.
If there were, I’d stay
You know I would, with you
And eat mangoes all day.
As it were, they’ve been kept elsewhere,
And I must go there, for now, without you.
In the meantime don’t look for me
just let me be –
I’ll be eating God’s favourite fruit