The Itinerary Of Thought Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

If he could be so dead sure
Yet my father couldn't see the shore
Maybe t'was in the confusion of semantics
Rather than in the baker's kitchen antics

What is it with time that hope it smothers
It lingers ceaselessly for some n' not for others
Yet the starry tears of sorrow drench the sands of generations
Only obliterated by the occasional radiant smiles of the caring

It's all in the writings of purity
That love opens the windows of freedom to sorrowful souls
And only fools'll promise that which they're yet to have
For that, for tomorrow I've learnt to be patient n' today, be brave.
19 February 2022