A Call By Kofi George Awoonor-Williams

A Call

By

Kofi George Awoonor-Williams

She did not call me by name 

Not by the name my mother gave me

She called me by another name

A word

I have not heard it before

Yet I knew it was me.

Will you come under the cashew tree beside the cemetery?

I know no cashew tree beside the cemetery

No, I don't.

Yet I will go.

Perhaps a revelation awaits me

Have they discovered the coloured cowrie? 

Or the specific herbs that will conjure 

They perhaps have found the lost wanderer

I went after her.

She stood still beneath the cashew 

And spoke not a word.