Finding Identity

I wring into dust— a chicken kissing the earth. My body, a worm

searching 

    peace amidst sandstorm.

There's a place to lay heads, 

a room to empty minds.

There, silence wears brokenness.

Tomorrow is a feast.

I walk through rows of strangled dreams,

finding my shadow, my burrow,

For I must be roofed against the wrath of gods,

A rumbling in wind.

©Timileyin O. Adepoju