Tucked,
shielded and depleted under a wooden frame
I
saw you from a striking distance… too far to recognize the shade of your sculpt
and too far to know what you were..who you were...
I
sat now……only inches away from you and sensed your soul cry
I
sat here…….a million times before but never heard the rhythm of your heart as ‘sweet
n slow’ as now, as your days….
A
beautiful soul….I can imagine your maker…..his heart buried in your ceramic
chest.
If
I had one wish; it would be to touch with those hands that made you and I would
co write your story on my disk of “surreal moments”…..because… with no face nor
feet, you are this and more!
Are you Kenyan?
Your maker’s heart speaks to me!
Are you Kenyan?
I
would choose this day to celebrate your arrival with a popular dish!
I
wish! That you would dine with me…..in flesh and bones!
Are you Kenyan?
It
disturbs me that you were only stamped with a worthless piece of tape marked with
cheap ink!
Are you Kenyan?
The
cemented smudge on your left cheek is but a clue of battle….. or… your birth mark…
And Your
heart beats a familiar native melody….imprisoned body, but you!…you fetch his
free spirit so gracefully!
Are you kenyan?
Because
the beautiful jewellery strung around your ceramic neck reminds me of my past
Are you Kenyan?
I
want to sit as I am now old ‘n’ grey reciting this poem to my grandchildren and
they will be know you
I
will dance to your beat sweet 'n' slow and even though you’re ‘dull and broken’
I
will carry your spirit with me… until I’ve drawn the final fibre of my borrowed
breath!
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