I walk towards my home intoxicated
Astrally, I ascend the cosmos,
Emotionally, I break down in the midst of pouring rain.
My mind and heart mingle in sporadic orgasm of hurt
My tears flow freely.
I feel vulnerable, crying helpless alone.
Beneath the threatening skies
I pace faster heading home,
My soul clear of the heavy fog
That had been my companion earlier.
I wept for John Ochieng.
18th August 2015