A Lull In The Storm Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Traditional rhythms
Of long forsaken thoughts
That cascade from immortal memories
I wish I could read the wealth of hidden wishes in my beloved
Instead my thoughts zing through vast spaces of unspoken futures unknown

In the storms of modernity
Purity is soiled by access to vast information
Even fools have access to classified intel
For that which I called mine, I lost it all in the whirlwinds
As I tried to wrestle and gather the four winds of the earth

With my hands gnarled, my knees scarred
Yet I find comfort in the clapping of ancient voices
Those lull the restless child in me to sleep
Traditional rhythms, whose sound is all hope and better
All written in beautiful patterns beyond the chasm.
PHILLIP NINE MAFUNGA
13 March 2023