Those Days With Nimbilasha Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

We read poems and she wrote,
I miss you touching me.
For through her words,
The search for what was lost,
Was bold in her writing.

We read lines from Nimbilasha,
I miss you kissing me,
For such was the emptiness,
That poured out of lines.

We listened as she went on,
I miss you touching me,
She said looking at her poem,
When I read mine which I called,
The Longest Poem in South Bend.

For it was here where we, were
Women together loving our words.
We explored our past and continued,
To feel in the space around us,
Looking for where we had been.

People read and searched for we,
Just as we were had a past,
One we wanted to wrap in words,
And carry in print to others,
Who would know we were a people,
Whose destiny was written,
Even before we were born,
And left for us to find.

Nobody sent us to wander into
The world and search with words.
What had been, had been, and now in,
Doing that we found we were
Women, and could tell stories,
New and rare and sip the juices,
Of the world that made us be,
On our pieces of paper.

It was a world past where tears,
And laughter had mingled on faces,
And fallen down in drops. from
Men and women who had gone on to,
Be grey and not care for such, was
Life. Discovering their freedom,
Left us free to dream on for here,
In our hands, we have a book to prove,
That we read poems with Nimbilasha.