Consider the fact that the sky sinks something
in us sky watchers every night
stand near the door and draw slow breaths
from the unspeakable silence.
hear the rustle and barking of watchdogs,
and the sirens in the wind.
Then I try to remember how to remember
even why I try.
Some nights in Lagos a lonesome star is all
that remains in the pothole after the rain.
Wander there for a drink and come to face
to face with a question
even far deeper than thirst.
Whereas Ido slept my youth by sward
and by cricket score,
I carried the silence of a flickering firefly and
went cold to those knolls.
Take all those years of suffering to airport road
where neons erase the sky,
where empty beer cans echo like detached ears
on the ground.
Stars streak the sky outside the window the wind
brushing the cornrows aside/
Time paves a distance in us when we draw apart
from someone we love
Afterall it is time that determines
what remains and what stays intact.
Scrambled the Barth Road moon
by boot splashing the pools as I ran home
from your sorority,
Another first of mine in quavering lips
of another human being.
Shuddering stars streaked the sky in the mug
in hand as I rose my demons
My hands were once to you all my confessions
and my body my proof—
Whereas the water in your eyes burned brighter
than a burning stick on a lonesome night.
Rabiu Temidayo writes from Lagos. Visar has either appeared or soon appearing on isacoustic press, Merak Magazine, Riggwelter, Picaroon Poetry, Nightingale & Sparrow, kalahari review, African Writer, on the Gerald Kraak Anthology, Amethyst Review etc. Twitter: rabiutemidayo.