The sound of a flipping page amidst malevolence,
In a land of imprecision,
My breath blows out beneficence
And I find meaning on each line ever written.
The sound of my feet trudging on a dirty sidewalk,
My nose covered from the air pollution,
It is on papers where I find unsullied grounds
And my mind settles in sanguineness.
My body distanced from viral transmission,
My mind infected by the disarray,
Printed words give me a safe home
And build me a secret solace.
Where there’s a cosmic heat wave,
A global pandemic going on,
Words written become my reverie
And my bulwark from this rat’s nest.
In a world brimming of turmoil,
With streets full of disorder,
The sight of all that’s ever been inked cleanses my head
And lovingly brings me back to sanity.
This poem was published in the 7th Issue of PoeticAfrica magazine.
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Read – Wantonness – Olatunji Zion (Nigeria)
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