I see you
(for Tshego)
You have my mother’s eyes.
Unassuming.
I see her
in your selfies.
Updates, Posts, Statuses: reshuffling
of your thousand smiles, profiles.
Apple of my eye, ebbing away with
the ever-changing timeline.
In updates of your becoming I wonder
did I miss your new post;
status of your belonging to a new world?
I see you
in her Kodak eyes.
It’s always been you
extending her; extending yourself;
extending the cosmos; reaching,
calling unawares against
my unmaking.
Winter in Bophuthatswana
Fire ants fall
from a winter tree
Coppery skeleton army
warring with the cold wind
Like a shepherd boy
I lead one warrior to my dry cold feet
Let him sting the skin between my toes
so I can burst into summer
AERODROME 