We heard the bugle
Sounding afar
Ferreting through the doom and dust
Into the great ritual rivers
and murmur mountains.
howling at the bleeding moon
which bleeds from wombs and tubes
of white nights in the barrenness of June.
Even so
We heard it coming closer and closer,
Towards the ear of God,
Our faith conceived in utter darkness,
loyal to the sobering night,
of kisses as many as the stars,
We loved and made love,
My hand traversed the limber thigh
Of a dark continent,
I felt the first light,
Heard the first song
and took the first step

© Reitumetse Johnson

day 3 | 17 August 2011