Everyday Things Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Everyday things we live with
can attest to me and you in a
swim in our own loneliness.

My tea cup held in my hand
twists as I try to warm my hands.
I chose it to sit on my open red lips
with this warm kiss of the coffee cup.

The broom here in this landlord's place,
sweeping away the dust I spread,
attests to tomorrow not being mine
in another borrowed day.

My pen zipping and zigzagging on the page,
tells the story of my whipping life out of
my psyche. For when I am down it zaps
harder on the page. The difficulty of the
art is in the zapping.

My nails allowing the polish to embrace them,
knowing I will use my fingers to do a few unwise
wizardry acts, speaks to everyday things that
make me know my loneliness is lived in a
doing of the daily things with everyday life.
Live on. Someone's waiting for you to do
this deed.

Everyday things, in everyday life for every
reason will always be a nameless thing, for
it comes to us in a void we are to fill. Undying
truths live on in undying deeds and our
companions on the road. These everyday things.