NOR'ISHMENT

        Nor'ishment

               i
simmering kelewele
gently, the vapour
journeys to the Potter
like the smoke
of Abel's pleasing
sacrifice— leaving
shadows of sweet aroma
in my famished heart

i praise the Potter who dug
the clay from Anloga-
He moulded the Pot on
the wheel of angels
this Pot stuffed with diamonds
this Pot baked in His hottest furnace

               ii
the diamonds
glister glamorously
welding pulchritude
to attitude

i bless the Hands
that tend the kitchen
They have not
poisoned the diamonds
with stains of soot

they have nurtured
her with care
safe from cracks and holes

                  iii
i stand behind the kitchen
my eyes protruding
under the pressure of hope
watching the kelewele
brown beautifully

my humble tongue licks
Mawu's ears with one plea
to get my yawning heart
Noraished by the Pot

~Kofi
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