Coming Out Of The Dark

" The examined life "

I’ve plowed red earth
With the might of a dozen oxen….
Scattered my grains on glistening dew;
The reaper inquires in my stead-
How does one count to twelve….
When one is missing from the grid?
　
Dark nights and checkered dawns
Have I of lately known……
Danced on the razor’s edge,

Barely holding on-
What kept me from tipping?
　
The masquerade has come and gone...
And I too, must move along;
Broken clay pots seldom mend….
So I’m picking up the drift woods
Of by gone tides;

　

I’ll make myself a happy fire
And feast upon its crimson eggs-
Onto new trails the ashes spread

This token oblation …….
My slumbering cocoon quickened thus;
Brand new butterfly – watch me soar.　
　
By   Hope Kalé Ewusi ©