HEAVENS COMING, YOU SAID

You amaze me, you said
give me a season, i danced away
slumped on the puffy couch
nodding and thumping
we found strange harmony
in the ancient beats
of Coco Tea's Hurry-up-and-Come
give me a reason, you said

again.

i don't know why
but give me a reason

thousands of reasons
a thousand seasons
who am i but a servant
unquestioning of the gods

humility beckons
like a serpent, resistance slithers
there-after
Nirvana was all but domiciled

Hurry-up-and-Come.

© March 2015

TIRED WINGS?

We spent shared lifetimes
in lovetary confinements
gave much away to all another

are we now empty with naught
for our unsuspecting successors

burnt fingers
dying embers
periodically prick
to sustain my chosen unforgetfulness

does the charred remains
of a shared abode
poke you into self-pity

succumb not to the dehumanising
allure of erasure and unmemory

live.
in the past
in the present

live.

© March 2015

PHOEBE MWARA

Five in the morning
my tick-tock love
beckons like a clock

what a damned gratitude
tortuously torn between celebration
and a lost plot of wee-hour dreams
parenthood beckons

and i
in grey sleepitude mode
nudge on my indefatigable Sirkal
a silent prayer said...
off to the rescue she jumps

Boom!

seven months and counting
fourteen and bouncing
you are the welcome lighthouse
spotted by sailors

a refuge

above else
a place of higher purpose
here,
with you,
a new direction resides

what
i wonder in anticipation
other tricks, other learnings
do you still harbour from us.

© March 2015