Held In My Hand Poem by Naledi Sibisi

I hold it in my hand
Modestly
and elaborately.
I embrace the life it gives you
and me.
With my preference to embrace it in stillness
in mute
Other days I wish to perform the melodies of my flute.
My flute.
For you guide my air stream
Breathing life into my being.
These songs toss me into a deep abyss
Still I’m settled within this pit.
I hold it in my hand,
My fist.
It’s sensible that they are said to be the same dimension
Your heart. Your fist.
My fist.
So I hold it.
Modestly
and elaborately.