My feet keep trampling
this soulless city
body pulsing
to the discordant rhythms
of the city’s many sounds
Some days my soul and
my body just get tired
I go on a long search
of days gone-by
when the 4 o’clock bird squealing
alarmed us to the pulse of the new day
mooing mother cows signalled the harvest of milk
The mental journeys tire my soul too
Now I just want to run away
from all the burdened sounds
Brain Garusa is a full-time reader, literary activist, blogger, book reviewer and author. Brain co-founded Book Fantastics a literary initiative meant to promote and circulate Zimbabwean and black literature in Zimbabwe and beyond. He can be found on Twitter and Facebook as @braingarusa