If the sun wasn’t so mean
you would not know the beauty of the moon’s grin
If the day wasn’t so harshly bright
you would not consider the soothing of the night
Death stretches out to capture our pearls
to teach the adage forever sells
that you value what you have
in the finite space blessed by the one who did us all carve
The sun is mean if you miss its grin
The day is harshly bright if you forget its light
wonders and continuous wonders
that transcend the confines of our mere thoughts
Life’s lesson is best captured in its strife
Its beauty in the emptiness of its duty
To death, a deferent departure from this earth
Dawn’s fullness through a day till dusk and then morn
If the sun wasn’t so mean dear
There would be much to fear
A deathly chill – need I say the rest?
Enjoy the sun – it hurts but know through it, we are blessed.
(for Margaret Ifeoma Osuji… from BRING OUR CASKET HOME: Tales one shouldn’t tell)
Su’eddie Vershima Agema, editor and publisher, lives in Abuja and Makurdi. He is a development, literary and cultural enthusiast who has a web presence and blogs http://sueddie.wordpress.com. He is currently the Vice Chairman of the Association of Nigerian Authors (Benue State Chapter) and Team Leader, SEVHAGE, a literary promoting organization. Su’eddie is the author of the poetry collection, BRING OUR CASKET HOME: Tales one shouldn’t tell.