Small Steps
Months thicken through
the baby, with each dusk,
limbs are frosted with dust.
From clay, bones seamed by
practice climb out of a polar
dream like meerkats, align
In a body rolling,
arched over
shadows.
Of walls and furniture
with backbones,
of stories the
feet will tell,
every step unlocks with
tenderness,
flint smiles slide
with patience at
the small animal’s face.
This poem was published in the November 2021 Edition of the WSA Magazine
Read – Artistic Bubbles – A Poem by Odirile Odirile, Botswana
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