It was on Sunday midsummer morning
As I took her hands in my own
Tiny as they were they were filled with innocence
Their softness propelled unknown sensational of currents,
Liken to water quenching one’s thirst.
The one from Maukaunyana
Child of mother earth as cliché as this poem may read.
The north westerner took me in her arms,
Like the mother I never had
And with delight I WAS overwhelmed as I travelled her WORLD.
UNLIKE my troubled childhood
Her childhood was an opposite reflection of my own childhood
All the things I wished a home hearth should have
Like the never lying mirror which always tell
Of the things that are there outside us
I saw what we could be
And what I could have
But then because I goddessed her image
And thought her of lagging in fault falter
When her dark side dawned I scurried away emotionally
When she flipped like all the others before her
I forgot to hold on
To the comfortable memory I had of her
And my lego house unsnapped
And crumbled like crumbs from a dried bread
On a poor man’s hot summers’ brunch
As he is pushed towards the edge of fear and despair
Should he gobble away the last nimbly morsel
Whisked fall from his delightful empire
Like a dodgy whiskered umpire
With wind fluttering his whiskers
Only to land hard thud
Into the pool of how things are.
That loving someone
Sooner or later gets flipped
And we are flipped too
To see if we can survive the bitter desert
& skip the dessert side of the maiden one
Once claim to love to the gates of Lucifer
To the holy grounds of saintful ones
To the heavens of the one in charge
If only the dark could be withstood
And the laser chunk rain drops could be waited to pierce the heavy greyed darkened blackened clouds
So that it should rain
Sunshine should return, it would return
Nay it must return.
The opposite always insinuate itself
It was on one pitch dark cold night
I remembered the one from makaunyane
The girl
A fleeting charm
A ruff beauty
Her warm embraceful arms wrapped around me like a cotton soft protective shawl
Shield of armour
Shield of companion
Shield of hope
Shelter of love
Home of the simple and just.
© Mmutle Arthur Kgokong 2014
10 March
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