Dementia

 

       come to mind cloud

come to cloud mind – Marie Ponsot

 

& every now

& then,

i sit by her feet, on her porch

never ever talking.

 

& together,

we watch the soughing

heavens  mutter, str-

etching their

cotton-silvers

 

in lulls  & retorts

of

nearly went  & nearly wait

– crossed & crossed all over.

& weight

& wait & wait

is all we do 2gether,

 

 awashed,

rocking

in  clouds

that   dodder !  sun-

dering

only when she tires.

 

 

 Rocking Chair

 

–– for Jajja, & all other

             Beckett characters

 

in the press of its leather

i am held, by

his absence, l-

owed long by the

depths

off it

 

in-2-it i  p-

lunge

cradled

quiet      st-

ar k,

 

                   & not moving, we talk

& journey

 

to & fro we walk & go

& talk

& click & clock &

aye & sigh

 

up

we fall

& heft & go & go,

faffilly

returning hither

 

to  what n

-ever

remains

 

 

Memory is a sort of mother

 

now that she’s O oldalone, mother’s mother

mostly talks about how she lost her mother

this is her comfort, little

else little else little else

 

 

Petero Kalulé, @nkoyenkoyenkoye spends most of his time seeking sounds. His first book of poems will be published by Guillemot Pressin 2019.

Header image: The poet & their Jajja

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