(for Ify Agwu)
By Jumoke Verissimo
Dreams should not lose their way
But when they wander into
The garage of graveyards and ghostly towns
What poem will protest and fight abyss grief?
A river, a mirror, a flower, a door, a light
It was never cemetery or night:
Now in light, my eyes fall into dusk
Pulling memories into cascade of tears
Here I am in the hands of my morning desires
Where my body has resumed an ended dialogue
Here I am: the pot is broken, and
Waters have scurried to meet tree roots
Can I still dream to ferry the ocean home?
Here I am: with my words finding yours
Wondering what words were spoken last…
Should I still write tomorrow’s poems?
Jumoke Verissimo is the author of I Am Memory.