MY INERTIA

Life, a constellation of sand;

man, a compound of summer embrace,

tsunami, & young storm. 

I am an orphan tree with no relatives.

The tsunami calls my

name, turns my hair into a jazzy–ballerina; 

I am feet-hugging its grave. 

The wind chatters, 

his voice painted in excitement; he fondles 

my hair, & ignores my legs. 

I am lining my soles with green sinuous pipes.

This constellation calls my heart.

Its presence felt like hair, yet makes all blind.

My legs now sleep deeper.

© Balogun Ayoola Joseph