Talking Of Looking For The One Key Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Keys, rusty like they've been rained on hurricane after hurricane;
Keys resting on the keyboard the way cups do in a cupboard,
are wise. Yes keys new and shiny, yet knowing e cannot do without them.
Jingle them. Listen to their sound for that is how they talk.
They say 'no' and 'yes' to games of hide an seek for they've been inside
key holes ofyear.

When you relent, they get lost, for they wand yourforefinger in their ring.
Even in a happy marriage, the ring is not as tight. Yet you still hold them.
Listen to their sound, when your spirits are up for your jingle them more.

If you found these keys on the moon, would you jingle them loud to
determine whose they are?

Would you take them to a heart lost and found with hope that
the owner will turn up and give you a moonlit kiss up there.

Would you keep them and hope the next domicile will be the one
you would occupy and never be evicted from for such is life up there.

This hide and seek with keys that happens key-in-hand says
find the keyhole even with a key and half a key. The invisible
half of the key is what you have been looking for. Your key to
the puzzle lies there staring it you for yours is a long journey.
Your keys are lost for even the ones you have lack the key to
the vault of life. How are you doing in opening it daily without
the one key to life.You are still not keyed in.