Mother Nature
deserted all
desert life
as it cries unto
the Creator
to open heavenly
taps and shower
their boiling bodies
and embalm dry throats
even if it
is drizzling drops
of a scarce rain
they’ll resurrect
desert shrubs
dropping their
faces like bereaved
widows wailing
and waiting
for their dead
husbands
i can see a thirsty
vulture soaring
in the blue skies
with her keen eyes
hunting for the
puddle in the
desert ground
scaling off like
the skin of a
malnutritioned patient
i can see the snake
worming its body
underground
till it reaches
cool room
for its body
spread over
desert braaistand
all desert fauna
and flora throw
their eyes unto
heavens and pin
their hopes on
the miniature stray clouds
scattered like grains
in the sky
where their
livelihoods
depend
the desert opens
her barren hands
inn despair like
a barren woman
turning into a
laughingstock
as she misses
scarce raindrops
trapped in
heavenly maternity
ward
waiting for
the breaking of
waters
from mother nature
Phahunye Amos Tebeila is a published author for English, Sepedi and Afrikaans poems and now busy with Afrikaans poetry anthology.