POEM 42: DELAY

From the corner of my eye
I could see beauty radiating


From the cliff of my high
I could hear music crescendoing


From behind the bars of my heart
I could hear wings flapping


From the dotted lines of experience
I could read poetry painted on a canvas


From now on and never
I don't really understand why I pause 
When my heart feels that pulse.


From the lips of the aged, I heard:
"Delay naim make fowl no fly"
I still dey here dey count my loss

Fly I no fly. 
Lemme alone. Na my cross.
Cry, I no cry.


I know delay denies me the blessings
I desperately desire.
But my feet can't fly
When the heart is sad.


POEM 43: REALITY
Voice, musical
Appearance, fanciful
Heart, a sepulcher
Lord! I was fooled.