There is this place where love eludes me,
Where my faith faults itself into nothing,
And my hope jumps into a lake of darkness,
While calling me to retrieve it with one click.
I utter a Xhosa click and yell an English verb,
And find myself deeper in the crisis of words,
That return me to the dream I shelved years ago,
That says my life will swing in the outswing,
My brother pushing me into the sky of a tire,
That is chained with my bottom and hands holding,
As I am thrown into the air and landing in the light,
Laughing yet scared as hell as he continues to throw me,
This demigod who hands my life in the air right now.
How will I survive this daily throwing of time,
That teaches me to have faith in those controls,
Which I hold with my little hands that pick,
My yelling and fold it into one happening,
That unlocks the place of my darkness.
If I had loved with the faith that put me,
On the see-saw where I trusted my brother,
To swing up and let me go down one minute,
And then swing down and allow me to go on,
With one swing and another a faith that laughs,
Saying if we keep this tango we will go on,
for life is as much a gamble as this,
As long as we stay and play house after this,
With the awareness that minutes pass as we do,
This worldly play called going into oblivion,
With those who love you pushing you into the air.
Where the fear is nothing for truth is assured,
And it is the only thing that will unlock,
This darkness and the hurts that will bruise,
Us on this long path called life.
So swing on birds the darkness will go as will
The light of our daily living.
Remember to get on the swing and see-saw for,
This never ends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem