Segun Akinlolu, Like A Woodbit, from PRIVATE 36 – AFRIKA
I am like a woodbit
with motions diverse adrift
in the ocean so vast
uncharted,
endless waves and no berthing cove.
in this broth of tides so strong,
storms so violent,
lofty dreams crystallised
upon broom stilts –
will I build
can I grow
or will I sway ad infinitum
laughter ad libitum
in my emptiness on threadbare soles?
like the droplets
running with the rivulets
I must grow into the stream
and the stream on the brim
fatten upon the land
or grow into the ocean
so awesome, endless.
a man’s dreams
are his legs.