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.
Oh no! Hope you're OK.
ReplyDeleteThat is a beautiful poem. Sorry to hear about the tragedy, I almost got hijacked in March. TIA - This is Africa.
ReplyDeleteI'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.
ReplyDeleteI 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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