Lifted
Down a road I know well
Tall grass and palms
Thatched roof huts and women in
Chitenge
Bananas and tomatoes sold on the
Side of the road
Puffed up cumulus clouds
Birds perched on wires
Today as if they have sat out
Especially to bid goodbye
The buzzard and the roller
Last memories:
Clicks and croaks of a boubou
Words from a loving, hopeful, and trusted friend
Hugs from my sisters in Africa
Limp and dried out ears of
Corn:
Her greatest resource
From above
Those square fields and
Patches
Don’t look so different from
Other parts of the
World
I am lifted
I am away now
Content
Giving myself over to God’s will
Yet ever mindful of the power of choice
When did you become so grown up? Funny how we miss these things, then find one day its happened and we didn't notice while it was becoming. I love who you've become.
ReplyDeleteEven your poetry has matured and become more of what it was meant to be. Beautiful.
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