WAKAN DUNIYA

Gravity heaves,
Lifts its head and stares

The glorious rapture

We transcend
It waits, and waits…

For the shortness of breath

As a rush of air fills our lungs

And the blue in the sky dances

Tango and a foxtrot on our iris
It waits, and waits…

For the flicker in our eyes

The subtle gleam in the gloom

As wind snatches tears from our lids

The chaos in our stars

Sounds of glorious celestial melee
It waits,

Grows impatient

Reaches out and then holds.

– Efe OGUFERE