Speaking Of This Nosiness That Faulters Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

There are noses sniffing the air,
And dumping the findings in our ears,
They sniff all stuff and haul it in,
Then we inhale and wait forever,
Not knowing when we will exhale.

We sit in our houses waiting,
Waiting for the remote to switch on,
Wondering how far the praying mantis went,
Now that it comes home ready with big eyes,
Looking at us to see what we need to hear.

This nosiness takes us far away,
Into corners of this air clean,
Where the clouds are fluffy as they float,
Then bring us what we hear and say Oh!
Oh! my God, really, surely that is not true,
And then keep wishing it wasn't it,
Until the stories of carnage end,
In one pile of flowers thrown in my mourners.
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This nosiness that puts us together,
Pulling us crying into one world,
Where we cannot even say it is enough,
Our lives cannot take any more sadness,

Give us good news of this world too,
Help us fantasize in our daily search,
For they heal us always,
Or else stop dipping your nose,
Into the sadness out there,
And drop into us this black box,
Never to be retrieved the pictures,
That haunt us daily.

Who said news had to be new,
When they bring old sadness in daily,
And leave new happiness outside,
For us to find for ourselves.
Because tomorrow always says,
Oh! What a beautiful day!
The black cloud has passed,
Then our laugh reminds us that
We are sons and daughters of hope.