A DAY BECOMES ALL DAYS
Our hands lock together—the key, thrown into a flowing sea.
We came, when darkness sticks—to feel the warmth of the sky &
We never left even when darkness takes a step backward—
To observe the peaceful face of the sky. A day becomes all days
When we realize the sky regains her beauty, anytime she loses a star.
Our shadows find serenity in deserting the stomach of Day—together
With them—and the moon, we watch the love story of darkness and the sky.
Poem: Agboola Abidemi kaothar
Image: Sigg Sebastian on Unsplash