Friday, July 1, 2011

Tuesday Poem: "Don't Turn Around"


(for Nelson Mandela and my wife, Christine)


“Don’t turn around,”
they said,
“or you’ll miss it.”
And now I go,
always facing forward,
thanks to you.
Sometimes heaven opens a portal
when you’re rolling low
towards darkness
and you were its angel,
bearing glad tidings.

And now
I’m home
when my children wake me up;
I’m home
to collect my two sons from their
different educational institutions of excellence;
I’m home
to prepare the evening meal
for my wife
and no stone-age sniggers
can make me feel
emasculated,
since they have no concept
of emancipation.

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