I opened my eyes and there was no one.
Only my Maker with sovereign hand
A bold sure voice resounding in the land
Never a fickle flicker wherever he roamed.
I opened my hand and reached for the formless fog
The mistiness gave way to o’er there the hog.
And somewhere here the swallow
In all, there was not a grip like mine
A handy-shake to confirm my doubts
I opened my mouth and there came vanity
A soothing emptiness from my own head
A solid thickness of muse and question
A sin matched by no other natural call
For only the hard raw nature sang back
Made the winding path an emptier track
My Maker being too far beyond my mind’s hall
I opened my arms and nature’s thorns grew tall
From those prickers would emerge
Dark veiled arms of happenings
Soothless soothers
Embraces of erratic fortune
Renderers of sleepless rest
Stubborn reminders of my own garden frowning on my love
I opened my gait and sole clasped land
Each fresh step meant tether and bother
Want began and ambition sprung
This friendless paradise would not do
A walking sleeper I was to become
If I stayed any longer here till the third dawn
So I walked to the gate and asked for another.
One who would walk with me and clasp my hand.
Meet my embrace and doubt my doubts
Dream my dreams and smile my smiles
All the while impatient to wait for eternity
So…
The Maker opened the gate
And formed a mirroring shell
Imbued her with all of the garden’s riches
Bliss and terrifying beauty alike
She, I would wander blindly beyond the lush gate with.
Until this sordid dream would come to its inevitable end.
Bbumba,
1st July 2024