Like seasons holding time,
like branches collecting leaves,
I’ve called you here like shadows
where darkness teases lights,
I’ve called you here like vultures
where mortis defeats life,
I’ve called you here to nectar
like bees acquiesce to queen.
I bid you like the joining
where wispy winds embrace,
the chaos of the congress
when waves relive their tales;
the ramblings of the waters,
the gurgling of wet throats,
as seas divulge in confidence
the wonders they have towed.
Come, birds of likened feathers,
sons spread like sower’s seeds,
come, daughter of my mother
to the breasts that you did feed,
come back to grease the fulcrum
from whence your fate was spun,
congregation of wanderers,
a homecoming of crows.
Read – The Homestead – A Poem by Marial Awendit, South Sudan
