When the mud flood
Swept the water from the river
To our house,
Neighbors rushing to our old house for shelter.
You visited me at the wee of the night
In my dream you told me,
“ I am well”.
Your let me touch your forehead
“ Do not worry, I am well.”
I savor the moment to guide
Me in my waking state.
When the flood is gone,
My anguished body was healed at last.
The storm left a piece of note.
My Days of Counting from the Sea
I learned to count from the sea
As I gathered the puca shells and stringed them into
I learned to dance at life’s adversities jumping as
Rushing waves would hit me
The rustling winds
Whispers to me an uyayi
Cradling me to sleep.
I learned to subtract loneliness from the flock of
At the bay.
I learned collective toil from fishers pulling the
Nets full of the day’s catch and divide them
They went home with happiness for their family’s
Food feast for the day.
I am relieved and let go of my inhibitions
As I removed my feet’s sandals
To feel the fine sand in my ankles.
And every time I am in want ,
I just have to remember my days of counting from the sea.