I grow old … I grow old …
An old man is a bowed chrysalis
Standing, he only sees
The ground around his feet
But his spirit, lately eclosed,
Criss-crosses time and space
And history, seeking the Truth
I am getting hot
The wings of my spirit are fluttering
My stiff fingers are fumbling …
I trap my truth. You. Tapo!
Prof. T. Michael Mboya teaches in the Department of Literature, Theatre and Film Studies at Moi University, Eldoret, Kenya.@TomMichaelMboya
