LETTING GO
Like cells
dividing. One splits , then
multiplies into
the phantom of our
separate lives.
My house, your
house creating more
vacant rooms that
increase the conflict
without revealing the
truth.
The wedding ring has
been melted to craft a
golden trash can.
The children don’t know
whose cheek to kiss
without drawing accusations .
Whose house to keep
their school bags , spend
the weekend, spend their loyalty.
We bump along
a once promising road.
Rocky stretches, winding
paths replace hope.
BACKWARDS IN TIME
Same as climbing the
back of a bullet
to zap through
space no wind buzzing
my ears.
Gases nudge my backside,
zero gravity
weightless limbs, weightless
thoughts reach
the destination before
the space shuttle. I see
God’s work-table, bits
of clay scattered.
My mind and civilization
fly in opposite directions,
one forward into space the
other backward into time.
I seek the first
footprints in inter-galactic
sand. The first dinosaurs
are preparing their own lift-off,
jumping off cliffs
to land on the earth a
far-away splash in
the virgin ocean, to startle
man.
God startles, as
our shuttle lands. Roused
sleep, anger at
the invasion of his
backyard.
This futility;
is it a search for my
elusive self, or another
failed re-union of
spirits?
Agholor Leonard Obiaderi is a High School teacher in Delta State, Nigeria. He considers himself a collector of poetic imagery as well as an avid lover of the written word.
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