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[ሸገር የጨዋታ እንግዳ] ፕሮፌሰር ጌታቸው ኃይሌ ፪ኛ ሳምንት ክፍል ፩(1)

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Post by Revelations » 09 Feb 2019, 13:33

Lament of A Prodigal Son

(or, Homeward bound)

by Dr. Yonas Admassu



1

In my mind’s mind,

hovering some thirty thousand feet

above neatly arranged patches of brown and green,

I tried to recreate the bits and pieces

of an unfulfilled vow,

and landed with a limping imagination.

Homeward bound.



2

The tired past of failed promises

yawned its hugeness into the folds of my wrinkling, blank face,

and in one swoop, fell into eternal slumber,

leaving me starting into a lonesome future

punctured by a voided present.

On sidewalks without evergreen trees.



3

I went to the cemetery

and discovered a solitary grave

upon which sat the noble ideas of an old friend,

their teardrops watering the surrounding weeds.

Happily multiplying into the meek

who inherited the earth.

In the churchyard where I first said my “a-b-c’s”



4

I called upon my old teacher dwelling in the recesses of my memory,

all bent with years of patience,

his yellowing skin matching the amber of his tattered shawl,

and asked him for a wisdom that my knowledge lacked.

With a genuine grin from his squinting eyes

he pointed to the half-drop of water in a cracked calabash,

urged me to have my fill, and disappeared,

leaving me to wonder at the enigma that he had always been.

Under the only olive tree that still seemed to bear fruit.



5

I walked back to my grandmother’s tukul

where the smoke from the last fire she lit

still rose in witness to a peculiar breed of presence.

I saw a spider busily weaving its delicate webs;

I saw the little tinziza-beetle

pushing a roll of dung backwards to distant hole;

I saw a snail patiently leaving a trail of life

beneath the intricate twists of its seemingly lifeless shell,

in no particular hurry to no particular anywhere;

I saw an earthworm writhing under the weight of

what appeared to be a million particles of brown soil,

towards a destiny it alone seemed to know.

Then, I watched a colorful moth listlessly land

on the big toe of my stretched-out leg,

dancing about to an inaudible rhythm

only made visible by the flutter of its wings

ever so delicate, ever so vulnerable.



And I understand.

Munching on some boiled bean sprouts

that my aunt served in an earthenware

she had herself wrought.

(June 1993)

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