Dreams Of Futures That Happen Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Like a strange voyage,
To a foreign land far,
Far even than your present port,
Fresh in your mind and touchable,
Like your little finger itching,
And depending on you to fulfill,
These visions, these longings,
That you have had for years known,
Only to you and nobody else.

Yet if you stay your course,
They get near and you find them,
So near that you fail to see why,
You should be the one to go this route,
Of doing, receiving, painting and writing,
For you have longed for it and never thought,
It could come and now it has,
Yes it will be better tomorrow,
The past said with a small voice,
Encouraging you to continue and not stop.

For tomorrow is assured by the now,
It is coming to stand in this space,
And say I told you it would be,
Like your mates laughing and not seeing,
What you see coming in the runways,
For it is a fashion in drawings,
Not yet achieved yet seen,
That your dreams are being rolled out,
Like the clouds in the sky,
One after another.

What prevented them was your seeing,
Your taking and not giving,
Your sitting in spaces that were not yours,
And listening to sounds that dropped nearby,
Like a marula fruit falling from a tree,
And hitting you on the head,
And breaking with sap on it,
For inside it has a nut that heals,
All the ills and takes away the hunger,
If eaten in time after being cracked.
Yes you have cracked it and now it is here.
Take it and bless it and share it,
You have earned it, it is yours.