Bamboo: Bondo Zaire, 1977 Bamboo The bamboo groves make my church this morning. long, pale paths of bending green; their narrow leaves meeting in the middle of the road as the groves touch, making arches moving in the rain. Sometimes these groves stretch to the left - or right and I can glimpse another aisle or nave or, row on row, they hold some other soft green space at the waiting end, where my eye stops and my church begins.