turning 30

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick Tock.

Where is your sparkling stone?

That band of bond

to which you belong.

Shouldn’t you be enjoying,

giggling peels of laughter,

to the patter, patter of small feet?

You call this a career?

If you can not commit to a mortgage;

how will you ever settle down?

Approaching 30, I still feel 20;

needing maturity to tie that “death do us part” knot.

Small feet; I can enjoy those of borrowed kids.

And who needs a picketed castle when I fit my flat comfortably.

As for a career I choose to bring joy to my everyday life.

© Cleopatra Chipo Kuuya 2003