Dreaming Journeys

(for Ify Agwu)

By Jumoke Verissimo

 

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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?

 

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Before now, my eyes became many things:

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?

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Jumoke Verissimo is the author of I Am Memory.