Posted by Bako James Dele on
Kept watch in the day’s grave
for once, I was a sentry,
I borrowed life on a blank page
up at the bed’s wrong side,very;
my eyes all clueless,
head,a mine site
system,damn disordered
much more than Japan’s tsunami.
The day tosses her coin:
one side,a pearl,I see with my glasses ¬
it’s a side of free fall
no effort,no challenge
and,and no gain.
The other,so rusty
I see with my mind
this,a killing lateral,
slippery tunnel
leading up
heavens,
at the summit,
gold.
I listened to the rhythm of the music within,
heard nothing but two lines:
better a broken record up the Everest
than an event down the valley;
I paused,browsed books
made plans,contingency too,
Stole some courage,
made supplication to the Being above,
not because He exists
but,because I believe.
Bravely,I hit the road,
I tried
against wind
of blades,very sharp
countless ¬
it chopped my hands;
against sand dune
pointed,deep piercing ¬
it ate up my body and my eyes;
and thread upon crushing grounds ¬
it ground my legs.
I rolled to a T-junction:
one route leads back to the start ¬ retrogression,
the second, a close ¬ stagnancy;
and the third,a pitch
darkness,seamless
that made me fear frozen,
subzero temperatures, -1 000 000 000 degrees.
Deep thought,and I braced up
to die brave:
I rolled into the dark,
pushed forward;
and here I am in the land of success
crowned and given wings to fly,
limbs so seraphic,body ¬ immortal,
clothed in sapphire.
I raised my head,saw a crowd
so large;
before I wondered whom they were
so adorned and crowned like me,
I heard a roar,grave loud,
‘We all passed through it,you’re not alone,
like so many others,
in different ways.’