Ancient Thoughts - Poem by Katusiime Jeresi
An abacus is all I need
to spell for your heart the words
I would like to tell it.
Chalk I will need too
to count and multiply
the lengths and breadth
of that which is boiling inside me.
love is the reason why
I find an orchestra in the falling rain
, and the stepping feet of my daughter
of how joy will come, right out
of you through the tiniest things.
Drop the question mark
Embrace the exclamation mark.
how I love I don’t know
, but that there is Jah above
and no mistake, accident or coincidence
comes garbed like you
makes you my carnival in the rain.
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