A Pause
On that hot afternoon
Even the creatures of heaven
Could feel the heat in hell
And paused awhile
To let it pass
But as for me, a wayward son
Doomed to labour and toil
There was no pause, no rest
But an eternal longing
An eternal thirst
Had I not been sleepy
I might have witnessed
The comings and goings
Of the multitudes
I might have lived!
Hey, birds on the twig
What became of your nests
And your thousand promises
Of a thousand nestlings?
I might have witnessed!
Looking back on that day
I see the present through a crack
And I know I have arrived
At the edge of my sanity
At the top of the precipice
Will the heat now abate
And let me fondle that coolness
Of the moonlit evening
And let me lick the honey
On my latest fount?
Copyright © Gerald Kithinji | Year Posted 2013
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