Seeing A Small Part Of Sky Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

In this darkness of meandering paths,
A maze created for me, by me,
The darkness thickens when the thoughts take corners,
I fail to catch up with them,
Then seeing a patch of sky up above,
I backtrack and jump over the traps,
And set my foot on the space of rest,
The light that lingers starts seeping in,
I scratch my head in the minute minute,
Of a me that has recovered its presence,
I who was, were and will be is nothing but just thoughts,
Of the hours I have smashed outside on the rough rock of time,
There they remain and keep on creeping into the silo like Weavels trying to weave themselves into the heart of a seed,
That corn kernel in which to forever stay,
There a menace that thrives on scraping
its source,
I hear the voice from it saying that is all you are,
Just a small part of sky looked at from above and below.