Alvin Kathembe

goldilocks

Stumbling through this strange and foreign
hovel we call a world
looking for a place to call your own,
looking for home:

You have tried to sit in many different chairs
and found them
too hard
or too soft
to hold you.

You have put your lips to many bowls of porridge
and found them
too hot
or too cold
for your mouth.

You have lain in many beds, and found them
too rigid for your bones
or
too fluffy for your muscles.

So you stumble on through
this strange and foreign hovel we call a world
looking for a place to call your own:
looking for home.

One day you will find it
and it will be

just right.

ABOUT THE POET

Alvin Kathembe is a writer from Nairobi, Kenya. His poetry has been featured in Dust Poetry Magazine, The Short Story Foundation Journal, Poetry Potion and other publications. His short stories have been published in Omenana, Brittlepaper and Digital Bedbugs, available on Kindle. Find him on Twitter @SofaPhilosopher, and on Medium https://medium.com/@alvin.kathembe