Dreams should not lose their way
But when they wander into
The garage of graveyards and ghostly towns
What poems will protest and fight grief?
Before now, my eyes became many things
A river, a mirror, a flower, a door, a lit bulb
It was never cemetery or night
Now in light, my eyes fall into dusk
Pulling memories into cascade of tears
Here I am in the hands of my morning desires
Where my body has resumed an ended dialogue
Here I am: the pot is broken, and
Waters have scurried to meet the tree root
Can I still dream to ferry the ocean home?
Here I am: with my words finding yours
Wondering what words were spoken last…
Should I still write tomorrow’s poems?
Jumoke Verissimo is the author of I am Memory (Dada Books). She has performed her poems in some major poetry festivals in Europe and across Nigeria. Some of her poems are in translation in other languages.