Wednesday, 15 May 2013
The Man Behind The Switch
As the sun sets on Delmont Holmes
The residents prepare.
Mothers knot their curtains
Children look for their Sandals
Calling across balconies
The wait then begins.
Conversations heard through window panes
Televisions, Radios, Laughter.
Then it happens.
-
Now..
Little is known about the man behind the switch.
Whether he is small or fat
Or,
Whether he has a heart.
I watch the birds that hover over us
Passing Delmont Holmes through these dark hours
That blind me
I only hear voices,
Conversations, heard through window panes.
Children that play,
Singing songs wishing for electricity like rain.
"Nepa e mu ina wa, e mu ina wa o"
(Nepa bring the light back)
We wait patiently for the man behind the switch.
Lighting candles for navigation
This mysterious hand from above
For every time he turns it on, it's a blessing.
17 hours pass by..
We are still waiting..
The residents prepare.
Mothers knot their curtains
Children look for their Sandals
Calling across balconies
The wait then begins.
Conversations heard through window panes
Televisions, Radios, Laughter.
Then it happens.
-
Now..
Little is known about the man behind the switch.
Whether he is small or fat
Or,
Whether he has a heart.
I watch the birds that hover over us
Passing Delmont Holmes through these dark hours
That blind me
I only hear voices,
Conversations, heard through window panes.
Children that play,
Singing songs wishing for electricity like rain.
"Nepa e mu ina wa, e mu ina wa o"
(Nepa bring the light back)
We wait patiently for the man behind the switch.
Lighting candles for navigation
This mysterious hand from above
For every time he turns it on, it's a blessing.
17 hours pass by..
We are still waiting..
Generation thread
My Father's Father
Hi's and how are you's are worn out.
Your son and I are not on talking terms.
I assume this is not how you want things to be
My Father's Mother
To you I am not sure what to say.
Dismissing thoughts of my inception
Now older, you are all songs and praise.
It has been a while.
My toenails have darkened to dismiss any doubt.
I am your son's child
Eldest grandchild whose picture still hang on your walls.
My Mother's Mother
You touched my skin to see if this is real.
If god answered your prayers
Indeed he has, we have both aged,
There is much to be discussed.
My Mother's Father
How I wish you were here today.
Knowing you would not lie to protect my feelings
If only I could feel your warm embrace.
It's been a while
Like snails racing to the finish line
The eldest grandchild returning after so long
Arriving Alone
Soon leaving - Missing Home.
Hi's and how are you's are worn out.
Your son and I are not on talking terms.
I assume this is not how you want things to be
My Father's Mother
To you I am not sure what to say.
Dismissing thoughts of my inception
Now older, you are all songs and praise.
It has been a while.
My toenails have darkened to dismiss any doubt.
I am your son's child
Eldest grandchild whose picture still hang on your walls.
My Mother's Mother
You touched my skin to see if this is real.
If god answered your prayers
Indeed he has, we have both aged,
There is much to be discussed.
My Mother's Father
How I wish you were here today.
Knowing you would not lie to protect my feelings
If only I could feel your warm embrace.
It's been a while
Like snails racing to the finish line
The eldest grandchild returning after so long
Arriving Alone
Soon leaving - Missing Home.
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