humanity
Candle in Hand
A random encounter with a “supposed” witch during a grocery run after work. Was it a “divine nudge… or simply an assumption?”
She barges in with a black candle in hand,
sits right behind me, pats my head lightly.
Like me, her skin color is like a solar flare,
ready to burn, ready to rage, ready to share.
She chants away in her own dialect.
Impassioned words, cruelty I cannot detect.
Every syllable sounds like a gun fire.
I reckon she’s on the phone, lambasting a
blood line.
Digital music blasting into my ears,
drifting away as she’s too loud to bear.
I get off the bus, she jumps off after me.
She stands in my space, eyes gazing away.
Her ears jolt up in the evening mist.
They’re free, they’re clear, I’ve caught the
twist.
She feels my curiosity, triggering her fancy.
Once again, the impassioned words
explode out of her black candle days.
As we wait to cross yet another street,
she blasts out profound words just for me
to notice her presence,
“They don’t know how to read and
understand!”
One more time, make it louder, madam,
“They don’t know how to read and
understand!”
I say, “Time to cross the street now.”
She paces down after me, still raving on,
with a trembling soul hidden in her
ingenius scorns.
She suddenly disappears, then God
whispers in my ear, “You’re shielded, don’t
worry about her voodoo trick.”
I freeze, my heart races, I pray,
“God, a new perspective would be okay.”
So I go on to get my grocery run done.
I talk to a friend who says, “All good minds
are gone.”
The strange lady’s hex turns into the most
beautiful eagle,
I release it into a world where wonders
grow.
She was not alone, there were thousands
trapped in her.
A prison of despair, causing her to fight
back out of fear.
The eagle delivers her the message,
“Quit it. It’s not going to work on her. She’s
not alone, too. Lest you forget.”
She can also barge in with a candle in hand,
only her goal is to save the innocent.
Yes, this is how I barge in with a
candle in hand.
To save the innocent.