I been away but not away.
I been reading piles o’ articles about war and hate and peace. I come to the conclusion that war-and-hate-talks is more popular than peace. I notice too that when we talk about the children-victims of war, hate or helplessness pull we down. I fall into the helpless pool.
I been looking over old notes, searching me brain, me heart and soul for material for the third book. Hopefully, it gon be the first to publish.
I been gazing at the sea, enjoying the light in the day,
the in-between of evenings,
and the cloud-colour at a certain time o’ night.
Plenty mornings, I lose meself in the sunrise. I take photo and think about light versus dark.
I cook lunch, I dance in de kitchen, pot and spoon in hand; sometimes, fork in mouth.
And don’t lemme tell you about the drama of daily life in this here land, ohhhh me momma...
P.S. Please note, I ain't a photographer. I only take pikchas as memory-notes.