VAIN ENQUIRIES

This dawn walk through the hidden contours of Sagnarigu
…has taken a toll on me
Between getting lost and ridiculing misdirections
I see you in all your tatters
…roofless
…gateless
…floorless
Your stomach filled by weeds
…which couldn’t have dared to germinate
…in your hay days
And so I stop for this chat

II
I can see the fading green paint on the walls of your stomach
…signifying the yearning of growth of the painter
Can you share the description
…of the hand which held the brush?

IIb
Your structure has majestically walked through glory
…into abandonment
I know you’ve hosted many heads
You sure have hosted many dreams
And have tasted screams
Through vulnerabilities undocumented
I know you’ve seen many lovers in their loving nakedness
And have witnessed many a quarrel
You sure might have seen many tears
…through sadness and happiness
And I’m sure you’ve sent many a bodies back to earth
Can you share a bit of this knowledge?

III
Ha!
You stand quiet
Even through the quiver in my voice
Acting like a giant which will never fall
As few passersby think me mad
But you know you’re washing out
With every rain and air
You know it’s only a matter of time
You’ll join all those you’ve sent to earth
You might even be broken down
For a stronger other
Erasing you and all the memories you’ve accumulated
Still you keep your mouth shut
And watch as these little showers threaten to drench me
If I don’t move

IV
Well,
I’ll leave
I hope you stay talkless
Even when you’re grazed to the ground
It was not nice seeing you
As you boldly have spelt the future I will not meet
…to my present
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © September 28, 2020