Seen With Eyes From Another Planet Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

I am joined by these others,
who claim to see my future, and
also claim to have been where
I am bent on going. Through words
from there, they tell me to buckle up.

The ride they say is rougher than
a climb on the highest tide. I declare
I know no such having lived in the desert.

They say I will see water rising. I wait.
as if I was given a choice. Weren't we going to
perish? Weren't we not dying from drinking
poison daily?

When those who journeyed into the land
said theirs was the earth, I thought
the truth had never tasted so bitter
in the mouth of one who has just entered
these carvens.

When I gathered courage. I asked for food
as soft as manna. They told me
it will be better tomorrow
when the sun has a halo of black.
So now the wait has begun.






















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