Who do we thank
for what we have,
if not distance holding us together,
yet apart from fangs of enmity?
While we are far apart,
let's bask in this warmth,
though cold in some weathers;
we pray
we never fall for proximity.
But if doubts ever stretch their hands,
ask if they would be our isthmus,
holding us apart,
yet close enough
not to lose each other.
We are rare,
an ancient species, hanging on,
on the verge of extinction,
living lavish on the world's envious attention.
©Hamilton Chikhala 2026
Apr 6
Apr 6, 2026 at 1:54 AM UTC
Who do we thank
for what we have,
if not distance holding us together,
yet apart from fangs of enmity?
While we are far apart,
let's bask in this warmth,
though cold in some weathers;
we pray
we never fall for proximity.
But if doubts ever stretch their hands,
ask if they would be our isthmus,
holding us apart,
yet close enough
not to lose each other.
We are rare,
an ancient species, hanging on,
on the verge of extinction,
living lavish on the world's envious attention.
©Hamilton Chikhala 2026
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