What do I know
I know that one day, that ancient mellow yellow above will blood tint,enraged(?)and cease.
I know that, like clock work,these skies of mine though carefully crafted, will cave and crush,but the one above,veiling vast expanding (uni)verse,will never know of these joys and angst.
I know that the wind,besides dust, life, and scents, carries secrets and tales of which to glean,won't come with ease.
I know that nature reveals, and its timeless simple language is taught through loss,bound and wrapped with the laying of I in hearse.
I know that mother earth shall never thirst,
Not while mother culture's narrative remains as is, something's amiss.
I know, I know, I just think or have been told I know,no?
What do I know?
My purpose here and now eludes me,
The intricacies of the human mind baffle and fright,
This drink of human emotions has me dizzy and sick,
Searching for a drug, I think I heard them call it peace, will it balm or make it worse?
One day,known only to you,won't you reveal it?
Tenant of my mind,whose twin,life, just beside,
Who strikes fear in most,
Who is just,
Copyright © Antony Mwangi | Year Posted 2019