by Yunus Mohamed
(Durban, South Africa)
I heard your thoughts
the first time
When your words,
Came to life in me
and your grief matted into
a hopeful smile
I heard your thoughts the second time
But your silence seemed so uneasy
that the clamor from your heart
became a faint pondering whisper
I heard your thoughts the third time
And I too became silent
How could I open the door to your eyes, your soul
I wondered
And then, with a heavy heart, I reflected
how was it possible
for all these emotions
To be living inside of you
As one.