In the wake of Poseidon we live our lives
Tossed to and fro as ships on stormy seas
Where the stability of land is nowhere in sight

****** into an invisible vortex
We hover about in a Bermuda triangle
And suffer our delirium

Ha ha! One way or the other we align to the moon
Her pale face resembles our own as we wallow in the throes of her curse
An incongruent blend of sanguine and melancholy disposition

And the crux of it all is how we cordially board
The vessel that sets us sail into the treacherous waters
Where sirens sing us to gloomy depths of emotional turmoil









Nellie Nkosi