THE SLEEPING GIANT
It’s been a month and eleven days.
I’m happily married,
And my beautiful wife is asleep
[oh so I thought].
I slip out of bed as quietly as I can
Cause I don’t want to wake her up.
I grab my journal, glide into the
Living room, and sink in the couch
adjacent
To our bedroom door.
I begin to write and write, then, stop-
Mid-sentence I take glances as my pen
Dances to the muse…the spotlight of
Creativity shines brighter on the page.
Suddenly, a glance turns into a gaze;
My eyes susceptible to such perfection
They relent- rendering all things
Meaningless against the masterpiece.
How difficult it is to imagine
How what you thought was asleep,
Could actually awaken the sleeping
Giant in you.
Written by: Ntokozo ‘The Conductor’ Mdluli
©2020
