TOLULOPE OGUNLESI
A Bridge Passing Under Many Waters
Glaring back
At the sun
With eyes shut
Feeling
Its fingers
Dye-stained
Peeling the silence
Of darkness
Layer by layer
With choruses
Of coloured chaos
The night
Wind whips
The moon
I mourn
The moon
I think
Of a bridge
Passing under
Many waters
The sun
Is God's
Precious gourd
Spilling warmth
On a frigid world
And its waters
Gourd's in its haven
All's right with the world
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