“my beloved, isiZulu”

photograph by Ben Koorengevel via Unsplash

I can see the house on the hill where we make our own vegetables out back
and drink warm wine out of jam jars
and sing songs in the kitchen until the sun comes up
wena you make me feel like myself again.

— Yrsa Daley-Ward, “sthandwa sami (my beloved, isiZulu)” (excerpt)