Someone
Angifi Dladla
There is Someone,
or a presence,
I am not sure;
but I feel it
driving me – a voiceless
passenger, in cycles.
Sure of my way,
I sometimes feel
like changing track
as if there’s a radar within.
I dodge wounds, tears;
I bump into friends, stairs.
Deaf to the feeling,
I dive, dive deep into a den
of fangs and claws. Calm, I escape.
Then I tremble, I sweat.
Neither my wits nor my muscles
could shame such death.
As youths we always plunged
into a canyon – home of a two-headed
monster. We defied parents
and passers-by; but today
I would never, ever try
even if promised to win a lottery!
The other season I was deep
in the heart of flames
where fury is pumped.
I burned man, I burst into flames
with no help even from the God
of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego.
Today, those flames are within,
lighting the path for people
between life-and-death,
between snipers and strikes.
So, Someone, or, this presence,
is older, wiser than reason.
It has paws
obeying cat’s laws ?
soft as placebo,
light as pumice,
hard as claws
to tend, condition,
goad, and launch!
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