The Tide of Benesu

© Musue N. Haddad

Benesu
Can I say she was a river or a creek?
With a little tide, it ran freely
It welcomed me always
For a ride upstream or downstream
We were a beautiful team
She waited on me always
Took me on her arms for a ride
Upstream, downstream, for a ride
Up against the wind, and deep bottom
And against the beautiful fish


Benusu
With large bundle of clothes
She’d sing as I washed, and washed
Bundles and bundles of laundry
Without a grin, she rocked me
And then her tides rinsed my laundry
She then took me for a long ride
Then one day, waved bye to my Benesu
For a journey, miles and miles away
Thinking about my beautiful Benesu


Benesu
Years later, I came back
I ran, called out to my Benesu
And called, and called; she was silent
I stood and looked down further
There she was, pale
Weak, brutally bruised,
Her tides feeble, body, arms frail
I walked in tears to my Benesu
Her arms were locked, unmovable
Her tides chained against litter
I sat on her side, and cried

Copyright © Musue N. Haddad