Listening
22 June 2015
JEFFREY MANE FEBI
An entry in the Crocodile Prize
Kina Securities Award for Poetry
Dedicated to Nalepa Diou Febi
Though I listen to myself constantly
Not the sound of blinks have I heard
Nor the sound of hair growing
Even in the storms of my life
The thunderous thud fades to nothing
But this voice of a call
Perpetual call of a voice
Sweet like the sugary sap of a cane
Mingles with my blood
Resounds even to the ends of my little world
It won't be long, oh it won't be long
When the moons mature and the days gather in years
The years will bring us together
On a level field shall we ride on
You into your future
As I guide you on
The image of a child, of a man
My child
Constantly, incessant call of a voice
Even as I sleep
I am listening
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