for the leaving
Nobody ever thinks about the weight of a comet, how heavy something has to be to go that fast. Andrea Gibson
commandments
'Commandments' by Rethabile Masilo –for my brother, Khotsofalang Memory lifts its veil, everybody calls you, but no appearance. Once again, I recall walking nights with you, touching walls toward a light of home’s distance lit for those still outside, till that night became another day. I remember ten childhood commandments, how absent loves must be watered and fed with half the force of touch and light and tongue, and half with a winter of wild surmise. Today still the quiet night brings images of walking toward that hill of home, using darkness as a guide there. Then one morning you were gone—one day t...
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