Menu Home

Big Baba

We do not speak a similar tongue,
Yet our “language of the hearts”
Suffices
Every time we are together—
Little to nothing to say,
Yet, everything to feel, to understand.

A line runs between you and I;
We see it every day,
But also understand that it means
Little to nothing, really.
See, you accommodate me
Even more than I do you
And I cannot test your limits
As you wouldn’t mine.

While my mornings warm up
With the sun, and the awesomeness
Of the horizon,
And the sweet harmonies
Of the birds
In their beautiful shades;
They warm even more
With the grace of your excitement
To the sight of I
And how my heart wells with pride
When you move and thrive
In your element.

##

Photo by Patrick Hendry on Unsplash

Categories: Poetry

Tagged as:

Benie Langat

Benson Langat is a poet, fiction writer, and freelancer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry. Benie is a dad and lives in Nairobi, Kenya.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: