Watch The Lone Walker On The Lone Beach Walk. Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Walking on this sand, kicking it, sinking
my bare fit into each footwork of sand,
my feet tire of this work.

In this walk on sand white and seawater
blue, I hear of sharks and whales. I see
my destination like I see this sea sand.

T h is walk started by a walkaline new,
Will end with a sin hot on the head.
Gives solace to the lone walker alone.

The toes are blessed for they have siblings they take everywhere. Not this
lone walker whose companions are seals.

Seals have noses unlike the walker's
They lift them outside the surface at
will. Not the walker whose nose is burried in the sand

For to wall on a see onr'destination
far away brings hope as long as the
rope of tim e we hang on.

Time is a lynch man. Dom't say to the
walker it is not. For time goes forward
When it takes the walker to its bosom where
two thin milk less beasts dangle and play a staccato long in a darkness long.




































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