just a kid

Confidence is an irony. It’s flashing lights in the summer noon sun. A little unexpected, an overage, a foot on the scale. Drinking water reverses the glare, finds the dead spot and brings it back to full foliage. This is no accident.

a full grown man, the fool grown man. Which of these is reflected? Throw the bones and pull the cards. Bathe the feet and turn the cheek. Cock the gun and raise that flag. Equality is not equity. we all have wood and nails.

just a bug on a leaf, rolling. Out through the ripple.. carried on the current. “Find the locus of control, motivate and return to the center of your reason why” one wasp crawls from the belly of a cicada.. one wasp without wings. Painted like a bulls eye. Resembling a candy cane. one finger raised in protest. Salute that engine, pulling the ripple further out.

Be my sister, my candle. Tint the windows, and touch the fast moving train with outstretched hands. Dance that one, two, three, maybe one, two, three, four and be the Samson of the story. Maybe we all belong to someone. Even when they cannot be seen, blind with hands on load bearing walls .. sit with me and eat a little.

I am flying into your nest, tangled in your hair. Ice crystals melting. Flying near by. This feeling is an irony. shoes tied and T-shirt drenched. The open and shut case of the colossal clam. The man tied to the feather.

art credit: Wole Lagunju (Nigerian, b. 1966) To be or not to be II, 2020 Ink drawing