When A Little One Enters

I hear the scamper of your little feet

And know that I am in for a thousand questions

As though everything in your world has yet to be named

And could be edible

As though clothes were silly except when it’s cold

As though mirrors were windows to a place

Populated with our twins

Who stared when we stared

And moved when we moved

As though tool were toys that made no sense

As though gardens were roofless places

Full of enigmas

As though flowers were just colorful things

That grew out of some other mystery

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Troydon Wainwright is a philosopher and Reiki Master based in Cape Town. Born with mild cerebral palsy and dyslexia, Toydon learnt to write as a way to overcome the barriers his dyslexia placed in front of him. “I wrote my way out of dyslexia,” said Troydon, “or at least to the point where reading and writing aren’t a problem anymore.” During the day he works as an educational facilitator (someone who helps special needs students cope academically and become more independent). At night he dedicates his time to writing. He has won a Nova award for his short story, The Sangoma’s Storm, and been a feature poet at the Off the Wall poetry readings in Cape Town and at Cape Town Central Library. Three of his poems were also included in the anthology Africa’s Best New Poets. He has also been published in the South African Literary journal, New Contrast. One of his Facebook posts, in which he took a stand against racism, has gone viral (http://www.troydonwainwright.com/when-love-went-viral/).

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