Reply to Bose Tsevende’s ‘Pieces of Peace’

Dear, Bose!
in—side of you is a raging river
that rocks its bed, back and forth
till fragments of this bone
rub against blood.
do not seek a name to eat,
do not tie a fabric to its seed.
time is it
it—wind, rhythm, a percussion
a/ reflection the mirror hides from.
please, piece its pick
peace its piece
piece the missing drop of tear from the sky
when if you do, you become water
in it stillness, in its just form.
Shalom, Bose
Peace

Ruddapoet