LONGING (hour xxiv)

There is something profound about expectation
when it visits you and takes a dispirited seat
in your living room, even as the air heats with trepidation

It’s like a shield, towering high up the roof
sitting in serenity like a canopy of glittering clouds
swollen with dreamy vapor, to rain down on us

It’s unseen, untouchable, yet unquestionable
It radiates the warmth of a dogged Samaritan
full of life, full of charge, vigilant upon our desires

You never can see it, even in its most prodigious presence
In the matter of a miss, it evaporates into something you can’t hold
diffusing your hopes out, disputing the profundity of expectation

As the peering eyes can see in the darkest part of the night
As wounds mend with a mystery we are yet to comprehend
As time heals like yesterday was never a contender

So also hope stays rooted in the sands of existence
with roots channeled through paths of sustenance
waiting for the smell of water to sprout again

SOJOURNERS (hour xxiii)

The world grows
in the beauty of
creative expansion

Preparing each for
the innovative purpose
of inclusive enthronement

Toward the permanence
of a solaced retirement
that is boundless and forever

*Inspired by the text prompt

POET VS. PIZZA (hour xxii)

My friend, in New Jersey, spoke into a parcel
that was delivered to me in Lagos
Her words screamed out of the parcel
“You can’t please everyone
You are not pizza.’

I will sustain my silence on pizza
for I am still not pleased by it


My first phone call of the day is to him
My first lauding of the day is to him

My first thought of the day is of him
My first dance of the day is for him

My first dialogue of the day is with him
My first babble of the day is with him

All these fixes onto the wheels of my day
He takes the driver’s seat and steps on the gas

*Inspired by the text prompt

PERMANENCE (hour xix)

Wherever I am
His splendor will be over me
That place will be home

*Inspired by a combination of the text and image prompt

UNTITLED (hour xviii)

There is nothing seen
that’s not controlled by unseen
Nothing. Everything

*Inspired by a combination of the text and image prompt

KALEIDOSCOPE (hour xvii)

The light and the dark face everyone all the time
Multiple reflections and all colors in between make all of it appear like lime
Creation won’t pamper you into a choice, it’s all up to you
Think, like a poet; choose, like a lender; endeavor to end up with a dime

*Rubaiyat: Inspired by the text prompt

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