A New Storm

A new storm has since not come or happen.
There’s no big news. We’re still grappling,
With an old demon or an old righteous thing;
Letters remain changeless in any ink,
Age has not aged them. All summed.
Breasts still sift out milk from the blood.
Weighed pain proves unlikely in its disaster,
Or any juggleries of feelings for that matter,
A terrifying cycle of miracles. Eyelids still blink
At once unless you’re winking. So here’s a wink.

No big trouble ripples on the not so quiet streams
Except for time and in the water, it gleams dreams
Of the sun and float a nuisance of dead leaves
Wind-combed out of a forest head, or so it seems.
They’re the promise of life, for they leave a room,
For new leaves. This too, an unchanging cycle tune,
Like forever outliving the sun or finding the bottom
Of earth’s bowl or measuring the weight untrodden
Of the seas and the skies and the stars’ batteries
And the moons and the light and the galaxies.

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Wanjiku Wanjiru

Wanjiku Wanjiru

should my words collide with your heart in a dance of chance, my noble deed is complete. thank you for stopping by. call me Wanj ! © 🌻💕🌼