By Terry Wambui
We could wait forever by these shores,
As wet clay begets dry clay begets…
statues washed by these streams,
frozen lovers of the river goddess;
We could wait forever.
Eons would go by and we would wait,
fingers welded together…
watching the seasons dance into each other,
listening to the scorch that glues your finger to mine;
We could wait forever
The stream would go quieter…
drier.
We would be abandoned lovers of a lost river
spiteful lovers awaiting Gaia,
we would wait forever.
Statue would become broken clay…
You’d scale my pieces,
feel all my hollows,
weep over my walls,
You would wait forever.
Touch me then lover,
think not of Gaia and all she owes,
think of Zeus and the break of sky…
that would be the joining of us lovers,
no end to where I begin and you end,
we would be forever.
Terry Wambui is a twenty-three-year-old Literature enthusiast who recently graduated with a bachelor’s degree in Education Arts (English and Literature). She is a writer and published poet with Rafinki. She is also an avid reader who hopes to one day own a quirky bookshop with little nooks and tea for readers.
