The Rivers Speak

by

Raquel Ilombe



Reeds plug my body,

my feet, my face;

nobody is aware

that I listen silently to the water

of the rivers that speak to me.


The sound of the stones,

when rubbing against the water,

they are afternoon and moon kisses,

and early morning kisses.


One day someone told me

that the rivers never speak,

that they just continue along their course

and escape without words.


How sad I was that day

by listening to his words,

I went running to the river

for him to explain to me

why I hear him so clearly

and others do not hear anything.



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