First Night

First Night

The frigid Highveld air had contempt for your anxiety.

It was an opening audience observing

Your scenes of fear and uncertainty.

A higher purpose flew you to Azania’s* ebony arms,

But on that first night you wanted out––

Back to the self-security of the homeland.

At a crude coffee table lit almost like a darkroom

You repeated your parent’s promise like an

Undeveloped exposure: We’ll only be here for a season.

Instead of critiquing the meaning of these words

You let your quarter of a KFC Family Feast become

A greasy morphine dulling your sense of uprootment.

 

* South Africa

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2 thoughts on “First Night

  1. Beautiful. Thanks to your family for servicing South Africa so well 🙂

    On Sun, 17 Jan 2016 at 9:57 PM Newgenerationverse wrote:

    > Newgenerationverse posted: “First Night The frigid Highveld air had > contempt for your anxiety. It was an opening audience observing Your scenes > of fear and uncertainty. A higher purpose flew you to Azania’s* ebony arms, > But on that first night you wanted out–– Back” >

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