for Adegbite Victor
My friend is a river
weaving a dance
You spread your hands in the air
and you cut the phrases of the wind;
As if to say you deserve a place,
As if to say you occupy a nirvana.
You tell me about fears and
I tell you they are cologne on your dress,
Fears are the geography on your palms;
Somehow, the world knows how to limn
a map you embrace, it becomes you
– as water and life.
I talk about dreams, as if talking about bread
You later wrote big dreams, today, big dreams
lie on the beds of a cloud.
— they only wander around. I added,
and you said so are you;
We’ve always learnt to walk alone.
There is a way we do the recountal of life
– we don’t look at the threshold,
We see ourselves as the sand and find ourselves on the beach
We see ourselves as water and find a basket holding us
We see ourselves in forbidden places
and we talk of clutching on every flood, every wind,
eyes wide open.