25 January, 2010

the question

Donald Wuri

when i awoke this morning
i looked for me
under the sheets
but no one answered
when i asked questions of me
i wondered who would ask
who would answer
would it be me…or me?
the voices are comforting
but must they quarrel
so early in the morning?
don”t ask me…
i may answer for both of us

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