Box

Let it burn, without a ceremony
let them rise from ashes, glowing in the embers
let them take on the property of air, unstoppable
let these relics live in the power of breathing
in and out, through the mind, eternal

Legacy

At dawn,
In the summer advent season
The news came
The wind changed, quietly
Perhaps you are this wind spirit
Sweeping through a land
Where not one person is left unchanged
We walk, carrying babies, hats, umbrellas in the rain
From the northern suburbs to the townships
The land has become a living breathing animal of honor
Of reverence
Do you see the millions of people?
putting away their egos
You did not fight in vain
The streets with a shining transparency, illuminated at last
There was a dream
Perhaps now, where your shadow dances
A string of lights draws connections in the dark
The dice of justice will be recast
Watched over by the legacy of your name.

Pilgrim

The world sits firmly
On her shoulders
The weight is unexpressed
There is no panic button
No signal,
Signifying longing
No hotline to her distress call
No homecoming
The door unknocked
The gate still locked.