The Crossing

It was the 20th January 2016. A friend, a brother texted me and asked why I’d been m.i.a for a long time. Funny enough, his timing was perfect. I was going through a lot and his text came at the most perfect time. He then asked me what I enjoyed doing and I told him “writing poetry, but I hadn’t written any for a long time”, and that’s when it occurred to me that I hadn’t written for a while (perhaps 3 years long 🙈).

He then gave me the challenge to write a poem and show it to him the next day. The topic he gave me was, CHICKEN!! . In my head I’m like “this person is cray, someone hasn’t written in years and you give me a Chicken topic😅” . Anyhu, I proceeded with the challenge. Of course I couldn’t think straight and had other poems give me a helping hand. This was a fun activity… I hope you enjoy.

Inspiration drew from Chris van Wyk- I Have my Father’s Voice; Chris Mann – Crossing Over; & Tatamkhulu Afrika- Trespasser. I needed inspiration because I had forgotten my love for writing (their words will be in italics) …

It is the break of dawn,

Albert takes his first breath

Of this cold but beautiful world

Embraced by the sun: welcomed

Pigeon-toed Fat Albert

Stumbles attraped

Baffled, plucked, drew abreast

Resting its frail wings where

Previous generations once languished

50c! Please, mumbles the red-black

dressed lady behind the counter

The antique bell swings with delight

The rear of a man striding across

To a bus stop landing

Liquid taste

Fresh

Tranquility

Spewed amidst the cracks of the earth

Clothed by the sun’s wings

Nightfall.