A Dream I Saw In My Sleep
On February and March
I had two similar dreams
In which I saw live fish
Slicing up the surface of water
In a less inhabited pond.
I managed to catch three large ones
And a number of small ones
Which clung onto the fins
Of the three.
To me this dream is obscure.
How do I begin to reconcile
With the past, when that very past
Keeps reminding me
Of human frailty?
But if you want
To make me fisher of men
Like you had made others,
Well make me at your will.
And teach me how
To snap out of desperation
In this season of malaise:
To remedy the anger.
Copyright © Tshifhiwa Given Mukwevho | Year Posted 2012
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