This week’s poem inspired by the slow processes that move under the surface in our lives, processes that one day yield results we thought would never happen.

Healing

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Standing still until the sediment settles

Visibility slowly reappears

Sentiment softly settles

At home in my own strange life

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Sound of Sunbirds in Neem trees outside

Fledglings will fly

When feathers form

Scars fade in their own sweet time

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Kampala 2019