SHORES OF MEMORY
“Time is an ocean, but it ends
at
the shore”
Bob Dylan
- I surf through the shores
of my soul
browsing memory
with hands
ready to embrace
the blurring landscapes of our dreams
but the ghost of
the darkness comes
on line
And shango’s promise of light
becomes a
joking thunder tumbling under
the vanity of babel
..Still I wait up till
the grey hours
hoping for mother’s nipple to sprout milk
but I see forty
decades of engorgement
I see the horizon lined with leaking plates
naked
for a coin or two
overnight, plastic flowers grow in potholes
a trick
for the future podium…
I choke and choke under the heavy darkness
but
if being still means the resurgence
of bitter pain, let mc be a whirlwindof freedom.
II
Across the road
I pick pieces of my historyscattered under trampling feet
My siblings swim through great torrentsto escape a country tall with oil wells
my brother the poet is
now a
saint of poverty eating snow
Sister in Italy; my tongue is incapable of
disowning you
I only hope you dance, soon, the lament of illusion.
This
giant is a colossus of mirages
A budha without the promise of nirvana
A
melting sun
but this giant shaped me into a vision
this budha is the sum
total of my reality
this sun is my warmth
how then can we keep failing
our ancestors
by throwing away our skin
on the slab of a centered
madness…
In my scattered history I am yet to laugh with
careless
abandon, but if all was Cotton – white
what will be the meaning of our
redeeming
Creation?III
…But how can I fly miles in the cloudsonly to end up washing dead bodies
and paying bills?
At the crossroad,
I see my pain and my beloved
At the crossroad, I see dollars and cold
machines
My beloved giant has turned me into
a viral citizen
Yet I
dream of a telescope that will
exalt my invisibility in the future of
light
Aha, a slow dance is rising from my bowel
I maybe a circle of
zeros
a dot of silence
but I feel the power of ascenslon
I am also a
miracle of calvary
I see the eyes of my beloved light up
the
darkness.
I dare the wind
I leap into your presence!IV
We must
walk together
to behold the path of great dawns…
We gather at the
healing tables
ready to loose our tongues in the
wine of sisterhood
At
the witness box, atrocities
compete for visibility
Lawyers debate the
dialectics
of a soaked handkerchief
At the highplaces monsters become meremortals of incoherence
And our martyrs
converge in sad
heroism
lighting tomorrow with their sainthood.
We must learn to seek
together
now that our mornings rise to the sky
now that our ancestors blow
the charm of unity
we must learn to put our tongues
into one lip…
I
surf through the shores of memory
And I behold an unfolding joy
for which
I become a child of void
striving for the indifference
that will unite
all differences.
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C O N F L I C T
- …But Eden broke apart
filling my head with cyclones
and
questions
The tower of heaven
became a babel of tongues
burying my
answers in the
footprints of unborn memories
the garden left Eden
and
nature became several channels of deconstruction…I salute the
Rain
that nurtures the womb of life
Yet I find scattered screams
in the
flood of California
Yet the embers of our grief
Still glow under the
rivers of EjirinI embrace the sun-center of Energy
But must my
sisters in India whither from your heat waves?
Must my brothers in Kano lose
their necks in the gripping fever
of meningitis?
And is the oasis enough
for the deserts?How can I comprehend the hatred
of disease-filled
viruses?
Are they songs of an inner Atlantis
or notes from the ark of
Noah?Eden broke apart
and I hear whispers in the forest of my
dreams;
I am one of one
one of many
one of all.
no doubt,madam,you are one of the best nigerian female poets writing at the moment