NO RIDICULE IN TRICKLES

Even when clouds do sky shroud,
Caging the sun and its rays
Sun misses no little hole
To announce its presence
Even a trickle must never be frickled
Life sits not but moves

II
Bickering thoughts freckle
Or clash in insanity
Rejecting the protection of parts
Living in the middle of the whole
Leaving opposite thoughts to cover minds
Or wonder the freedoms associated
Life sits not but moves

III
If life acts weird by siting
Movements which give meaning will freeze
Thoughts which drive our vehicles will cake
We would have been milk in milk in milk in milk
Kept in one safe bottle of some waist
With frozen bones and thoughts
So yes, life sits not but moves
Catch little trickles
And learn channeling your rays to say
“You were here”
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015