Treasure Island

Tafadzwa Matamba

(Zimbabwe)

On Another Day


A lone white sail boat
Slowly gliding south-wards.
The mournful cry of the seagull,
Soon swallowed into fog's belly
Camouflaging my world with so much easy.
Such a gray day it is!

Rain! Rain! Rain!
All day long showers fall unabated;
Mother earth quenches her thirsty.

Outside the wind whistles,
Caressing mother earth's gonads;
Leaves rattle on the ground;
The wind continues on its secret journey:
Area of origin and destination details unknown,
Yet for centuries untouched it has blown.

The rain has stopped.
Stars shine brightly
And the crickets never stop singing.

Submitted: Thursday, October 18, 2012
Edited: Friday, October 19, 2012

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