A LIGHT OF HOPE

The moon dropped

The dark listened

Be still now

It said

With its light it ruled

Leaving the darkness to obey

There they are

the moon and the young

trying their wings.

Between trees,

a slender woman left her children

Without saying goodbye

Lifting up the lovely shadow

Off the face,

Th moon lightened their shelter

At least to offer warmth

But they needed the love

Love of a mother

They cried alot

And the father did everything

And the daughter

now she steps into the air

now she is much respected

Wholly, into the world

Standing alone by an elder tree

And she do not dare leave

Or move

His father’s side

I listen.

The wheat leans back toward its own darkness,

And I lean toward mine.

Wanjohi. P. Mugambi

Weeping Onion

South Africa