I last spoke to him
two days ago. He
told me to work hard,
listen to elders,
be nice to my sisters
and talk to God.

I last saw him
with a satchel on his back
carrying grapes,
his favourite fruit;
papyrus, upon which he
wrote the tales of his life,
his apprehensions
advice for his children;
poems for his wife.

Then he was gone.
His letters, empty.
He left no clue
Or no advice
on how to reach him.