the worm

when we forget nights and remember new ways

Stone Carvers’ Gallery in Zimbabwe — courtesy of Engaisi Peter

morning birds
mourn death of night
a worm’s birth in bright day

at once
light gathers about their wings
sail
into vows of a new day
hours bowed into gifting

gratitudes of well worn
good mornings
good tidings
glimmered forgivings

for one wrapped in day light
awaits eager hands.
unburdened by old stakes
carved around long takes
of you and your ways
judging characters
by one worth or two

neither to inherit this earth
all we leave of
fair tides
into small afternoons

the last shall be remembered
an old night in new clothes
Sisyphus not named new
stones gathered along
a never-ending mountain

up and up we go
where to

© Engaisi Peter 2023. All rights reserved.

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