Falling

Falling

The rain is gently

clapping at the rocks

outside my kitchen.

Its music

waters

my desert.

A new song forms,

the sound of raindrops

washing my face.

The rain is steadily

Taking me home

By twilight.

I am learning

from the weeping clouds

that falling isn’t dying.

Falling

THIRD WINNER OF THE FOURTH BN POETRY AWARD, 2012

This poem, Falling, was written by Betty Kituyi and emerged third in the fourth BN Poetry Award. She won 200 USD, a trip to Storymoja Festival in Nairobi and autographed copies of The African Saga by Dr. Susan Kiguli, Tropical Fish by Doreen Baingana, Half of a Yellow sun by Chimamanda Adichie Ngozi and Fables out of Nyanja by Bwesigye bwa Mwesigire

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