WONDERMENT

They say life is not a race
True
Life is a teacher with a strange whip
One that whips you when you trip
By making all fake friends die in time of need
Only to resurrect in success

II
They say light decorates a tunnel’s end
True
Because it gives excuses to all those lost in the tunnel
To blame your blindness for their absences

III
They say time waits for no man
True
Because it drags you through stones and mud and mountains
If you decide to sit
Gifting you bruises and or death

IV
I’m loving my teacher
And ditching my preacher
Because I need to live in style
Walking at my time’s pace
Trotting when my time demands it
Running when my time calls for it
Listening to the time of others
…is but a mission suicidal
I plan to live
To live to the end of my bend without hurting one hair on my head
So I’m clinging
…clinging to my teacher
…the only real teacher I know: life
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 2020