I like the way the sky goes quiet
When the clouds gather before rain
The daylight not wanting to stand in the way
Defers to where it is more welcome
I think of where a river is kept back
Not allowed to flow the way it is meant to
When not belonging anywhere but to everyone
I have heard its roar where I was born
Looked at it, trembling, its other bank out of sight
Wondering at what all it birthed
From granary to god to inequity
May the catchment rains come with mercy
And the river break free of human chains
Teach giving to the given
Forgiveness to the unforgiving.
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