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Ansisters Event August 2005

patterns

Detail from the performance 'Patterns Outside My Head' by Janine Lewis, Rantebeng Makapan and Bonisile Nxumalo. As part of the FACE Ansisters 2005 event, Constitution Hill, Johannesburg.

Copyright © FACE 2005.
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  1. call to action
  2. shush now
  3. poetry
  4. schmidt's clicks
  5. seed persons
  6. hearing visions
  7. mother
  8. gebreekte snaar
  9. voorgevoelens
  10. halssnoer
  11. DNA
  12. Uexküll's spider web
  13. first mothers
  14. clay and plaster
  15. these hands
  16. con hill
  17. you shine
  18. ladybird
  19. Hymn to Her
  20. For our children
  21. ...

 

These Hands

A beautiful poem by Makhosazana Xaba, from her debut collection of poetry, These Hands.

HANDLE WITH CARE

If tomorrow I awaken in smithereens
like a glass bowl after an explosion
on a hot stove plate,
will you pick me up
piece by piece,
moving the furniture
inch by inch?

Will you tactfully
go through the cutlery drawer
if the blast found it ajar,
uncover me amidst the clutter,
then, dress the drawer anew?

Will you look
to the far most point
from the stove
until you find
that one bit of me?

Will you shine a torch
into dark corners,
behind and around?

Will you peep through
and reach out
into lean corridors,
alongside immovables?

Will you pace gently
and if, perchance,
you step on me,
remove me?
But taking time and care
as you would
with a farewell kiss?

Will you pour your eyes into the sink,
using the tips of your fingers
to save particles of me
from drowning
or going down the drain?

Will you flip the kitchen cloth
with tenderness so that
those bits of me
are not insulted?

Will you take a careful look
on every surface
of the kitchen cabinets
for some of me
in case I'll be resting there?

Will you venture into
the airy spaces of the kitchen
with a damp cloth
and mop the dust
in between and around
so that all of me
can be in one
as you pack me away
from your life,
in the marked space
of the graveyard
of relationships.

Published with permission from Makhosazana Xaba. Posted 13 April 2005.

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