By John Gallas (UK)
‘the full man knows not the hungry, or the rider the walker’
I’m walkin in my feet to Mumbue.
The sun comes up. I’m crackling like a chicken.
Whoa, I’m happy. Somethin’s comin, kickin
clouds of yeller grit behin me. Hey!
Stop ! It don’t. Who cares ? It whirls away.
I seen inside the flyin cotton curtain –
Business sat with Care. My toes are hurtin.
Whoa, I got to walk another day.
How quick they fly to worry. What I got
the other end improves with ev’ry gleam
along the long horizon, fat an’ hot.
Whyever hurry ? Happiness will keep,
an’ sorrow passes. Sleep, my baby, sleep.
Mumbue Sonnet won third prize in the African Prisons Project Poetry Competition 2013
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