times fool – an off-tune jazz poem

isikhathi siyagcinwa
isikhathi singagcina

time is measured in presences
spent times
can never be redeemed
like minutes
as it is deemed past

but when i arrive home
to find her tense
heart leaping in agitated beats
for the suspense
perhaps strung from from thoughts and happenstance

“when will he return
when is it my turn
my time
to receive the devotion
i know I have earned …”

lady sings the blues
while love dances to its ow drum
meaning no guide, no deception, no harm
but like any language
sometimes the drum is out of tune
with the times
upsetting the love dance

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