In my mind some boys are searching for home.
Each washed his face with the last thing they remember –
You remember running into your father’s memories. Where thin cows ate fat ones. & the way your
mother died each time she found out she was worn only on your father’s body of ruin
the cemetery is beautiful?
There. are tales of boy that searched for the moon at the back of the cloud. girls that looked for sun in the depth of the sea.
Have you ever begged the sky for rain?
the weather changes into deep black, your feet walk into the whisper of thunderstorms, your heart
peeps out of your skin to see if the sky would open for a pour
&. &. &
You become a flower showered with a rain of dust;
a beautiful voice hidden in a dark tunnel of sorrow
I will Stay. I will stay
To see the snake of this night shed its skin.
The origin of beauty may not be beautiful. But i will hold on still!
Arrival of Rain
We will fold our hands tomorrow/ kneel in the wind /open our souls to the sun
We’ll Call God beautiful names – [Awimayehun, Asoromatase]
But the moon won’t shift from its place, Nights will still come
& meet us sitting alone in our shadows
I wonder if we could hide our pain
In a corner of our darkness, & cover them with the words we echo into the wind
I know someday, birds will find a place in our heart free of storms
Perch. & pour out songs of libations
On our injured souls.
Poetry © Adeyeye James oluwatobi
Image by Boris Štromar from Pixabay (Modified)