From The Wells Of Knowing

 " Timbuktu Chronicles "

Some folk exalt the hand unseen

And often thank the stars above

For who or what their lot may be;

Life they claim is divine ordained-

That nothing that is, or ever could be

Is to chance, or happenstance.

Birds seek southern climes

In accord with changing times;

And sea turtles in time do seek

Sands of birth to spurn their brood

Just like the sun’s recurrent arc.

I’m neither turtle, bird nor sun,

Schooled in routine manifestation.

Within my chest, there beats a heart

That fuels my thoughts, my agile mind.

Anchored though to earth beneath

Yet consigned to budge or idly put...

 Fortunes beck , the will impels.

 While seconds  each day from drudge unfurl

And cross roads here and there may loom

confounding thus - my wits about -

From the wells of knowing I must imbibe;
For such lore that once hailed my sable tribe
With stalwart zeal, pray my soles would guide

From shifting sands, onto the finish line.

By

Hope Kalé Ewusi©

Embedded  images are from Mali.....featuring the Timbuktu Scrolls and an ancient learning center