To Build This House from Found Things

NaPoWriMo, Day 6. For Diébédo Francis Kéré.

News of the future filtered to me-
I strained it from the ears that heard them,
and since pity is poor brick indeed for houses we’ll build,
I go,
my cart on wheels of clasped hands in the dark,
the architecture of crayon books, leading me
past pages lit only with whispers
and I go, to find brick, to build this house from found things,
and acts of daring and mud- which is real,
on foundations light as windchimes stubborn as stream roots,
and the papyrus of the deeds we did on the walls,
dripping still-wet longings to be divided by zero and become infinite,
become infinite dawns to defy this one, and the next,
to lead other travelers out by night,
with crackling rumours starting fires,
into the first light of all we’ll be.

© Tolu Oloruntoba
11.32pm, April 6, 2015

Postscript:
Inspired by the story of the Burkinabe architect Diébédo Francis Kéré, whose TED talk ‘How to build with clay…and community’, I found here:
https://www.ted.com/talks/diebedo_francis_kere_how_to_build_with_clay_and_community . I had earlier been introduced to his work, so this video was particularly illuminating and refreshing. The style of today’s poem is an aubade, or a love song between lovers parting at dawn, in this case, a traveler leaving home on an adventure, by night, steps lighting the way forward into an exciting unknown. The entire poem is also one single sentence which I enjoyed reading as such, because of the things it did to my heart. ☺

Image attribution: By © Francis Kéré Architecture [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons