How? to get past

when I died under the red sun

he burned into me what I wanted to know

that I had to mourn in my remembering

to get past what happened

I pedal my bloody bicycle through the air

what if there was no cruelty, little sparrow

because of that, I cry again in this

my new life

my tears drip through millions of hours

in rivers filled with splashes of yellow sunlight

because from high mountains rivers flow

from a high river house

my face is turned towards streams of water

to get past what happened

with this view through all the open windows

I stand in more knowledge

and in much more intellectual

light

🦋

© Annora Eksteen, 2025