Published May 15th, 2024
by Emelda N. Gwitimah
Today I cried, as I crunched the red and orange leaves beneath my feet
Shed real tears as the fall rain fell, and wet the greying street.
Every time it gets colder, and it settles in my bones.
I cry for home. Please take me home.
These pins and needles hurt more with each day and with less heat.
The plates and screws that hold me together grind with the slipping sleet.
Everything gets slower. This weather. Sticks and stones.
No longer home, don't have a home.
Old Lord, and ancestors I've escaped, but what have I done –
Cursed myself for infinity, for I'll never stop chasing the sun.
About the Poet
Emelda N. Gwitimah resides in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.
Read the poet's biography on Emelda N. Gwitimah's Artist Page.
This poem is included in Comet #2, published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in Canada Poetry Magazine:
Infinite Constellations
by Mekyle Ali Qadir
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