East London Airport by Cornelia Rohde

POEM: In the East London Airport, 30 January, 1999

A poem by Cornelia Rohde

BY CORNELIA ROHDE

“No-one was too small to be of real interest to him.” – Allister Sparks

An elder stands on his own.
My quick glance notes
his glad batik,
on double take, his
celebrated face.
My simple chatter
freezes.

I feel long years
of prison in his
patient shoulders, his
steady heron stillness.

A blond mother
seizes the moment, lifts
her daughter’s timid hand
to greet his boxer’s fingers.

His eyes quicken.
The sunburst of his smile
forges trust
in an innocent day.

I hold sure his
praise song,
long
after his prominence
sweeps him away.

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  1. arthur says:

    Nice one candy… what was the date?
    A

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