ODE TO NGUGI

Originality begins from where we are NWT

The eyes which speak a language of their own

like two vessels that voyaged world and soul

and from the temple of a sage is crowned

vision woven of cloth became two wholes


The tongues along the palettes dance along

retrieve from present hours, future love,

wake from the sleeping hours a moment

turn back the tide of time to long ago


nothing of compassion is ever lost

yet hours are not hours for their own

while they exist for centuries alone

making by their making original


a mind performs a fountain of its form
imagined in the candlelights own force