I sit still,
silent for so long
I imagine
I am sinking into the earth...
slowly
Transplanted -
no longer rootless -
my toes press down, strong,
into the cool, dark soil
My fingers unfurl -
stretch forth through the air -
to respect, shelter, celebrate life,
extend grace
I stand securely,
face to the sun,
breathe deeply and
Grow, here.
Bear fruit, here.
Become beautiful, here.
and maybe - one day -
Die, here, because
I am home, here...
South Africa.
silent for so long
I imagine
I am sinking into the earth...slowly
Transplanted -
no longer rootless -
my toes press down, strong,
into the cool, dark soil
My fingers unfurl -
stretch forth through the air -
to respect, shelter, celebrate life,
extend grace
I stand securely,
face to the sun,
breathe deeply and
Grow, here.
Bear fruit, here.
Become beautiful, here.
and maybe - one day -
Die, here, because
I am home, here...
South Africa.
4 comments:
Oh no! Hope you're OK.
That is a beautiful poem. Sorry to hear about the tragedy, I almost got hijacked in March. TIA - This is Africa.
I'm okay, thanks. I have to remind myself that it's just things, and while inconvenient to try and replace, it's nothing compared to people.
I hope you are also okay?
At least you have an iPod now. And there's new key chains on the way (Hee Hee). I love you and am just thankful you are safe. That's what matters!!!
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