the day before this new one was long and soft with
Water. corn and fish happened, in parts. long and
soft with soup with okra – yes, with okra in the mix.
soft and long with grains – in granules, in milk. soft
and long with greens with flesh, texture and
character thick with salt and age and better
I digress: I write today to say
that the long and soft of yesterday
was well met with the plenty of Sun
and enough – just enough, no more
Blue. this new
day is not spent –
not fully spent –
I am here, wondering
why the sun is playing
shy with its shine,
will come, whether Cloud and Blue
will come colour things up – everything.
Every. Thing. up – today. meanwhile, and
while Sun still lasts, I go
out to drink Its fluid gold
and round warmth – for as for
Water, It always finds Its way…
– Thursday, 26 April 2018; North Kaneshie, Accra.
*An earlier version of this poem first appeared on Facebook page.