Small city rain

Beautiful cool sticky city rain
One appreciates after sickness
Or a strange kind of love affair
Or waking in a different home
Pavements rinsed of yesterday
And the concrete eventually sighs, relief
For a weight has finally left my chest
Into the sweet grey merciful day
Tears that stream towards their place
Burning to return the love and move
Move to where the ocean curves.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.

Pity party

So then I repeat my disasters
Swap their miserable positions
And frame every single misery
As though each is honourable

Nail them fast to the afternoon
They protect the other reasons
Tiring each other out once more
But oh so familiar and oh so safe.

Copyright © Nomzi Kumalo, 2014.