By Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale:
Butterflies- Day 3
the english man said it is the way morning birds are eloquent
in the language of dawn nesting from one tree to another in harmony with
time, with a song erupting from a morning room
& a light body shuffling sunrise & yellow daydream.
& there’s nothing that syncs this heart with light like your voice
touching childhood places in my body, speaking to the walls in merry notes,
nothing syncs the void in my bones with healing the way your laughter
seek way out of cabins of grief & broken memories.
most days I am a ship with empty bodies to sail to shore
& no hand to broach the stones around my neck,
but if you could listen to the music in my veins
you’ll hear voices calling your name softly, asking to make home
from the wonders veiled in your ch(arms).
If you could see the faces cremated in my shadow
you’ll see my mother underneath a tamarind tree singing
white hymns & curling you in her bosom with eulogy
that’s to say the way home is a girl the sereneness of beaches
& of whatever shapes itself into freshness before the door to a boy’s art,
that’s to say this love is the earth’s bliss & heaven’s melody
Anike & that’s to say forever begins & end with you.
© Olabisi Abiodun Akinwale