Poetry – Page 20 – hudson biko

time

there was a place in time when i lived in it.

— Biko (@pb_hb_) March 19, 2018

perhaps

when the moon settles

and the kettle’s

whistling mellows into

peppermint

we will chance to begin again

The trees are swaying across the skyline.

Dancing in the wind of the early afternoon.

To a rhythm played by a moving universe.

Still rooted.

But free.

I want something like that.

Photograph by Mahkeo

this is it

isn’t it

the wind

howling into the opening

of the windows

on an afternoon

when the monsoons

of rainfall

fall onto pillows

hanging below zero

as we wait for the freezing

to begin

as we wait for the floods

to settle.

at least once

Photograph by Hailey Kean

don’t be afraid to feel.

the feelings

that made you feel

to begin with.

we must learn.

we must grow.

we must become.

–reminders