Seeing

A poem about regaining a way to see the world. About the wonder and beauty in everything, when you step back and watch life without judgement.

Seeing

It has taken time, because

This is what I grew up with,

Thatched huts, eucalyptus plantations,

Heads thrown back in laughter.

When I was in paddy fields

Or riding a rickshaw

I was in a state of high excitement.

.

Now I notice everywhere the dark beauty of the Mvule trees,

The piapiac feeding overgrown fledglings,

Colours and changes,

I’ve woken,

My slowly opening eyes are seeing

Things I’ve always seen before.

.

Soroti

2020

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