30.7.25
I built Jericho.
A proud city at the edge of a promise –
the last thing between exile and exhale.
I built because I learned that love can vanish mid-embrace.
That tenderness is weakness,
And that the Sacred draws
Both seekers and destroyers.
I built walls of flesh and pulses.
I built walls of mercenary silence.
I lit torches along the parapets.
I filled the moat with past versions of myself.
I did not know then
That Jericho must fall, as the Sun must rise.
And when Time comes, even silence shakes the ground.
And Jericho falls.
The echo of her collapse is a Psalm.
I walk now through the ruins
of an erstwhile prison and protection.
Praying for the wisdom of a prostitute,
who surrendered the fortress when the promise was near
And let the walls fall like the rain falls.
-Lele
Lele Muthali 