When I became A Bird
I’ll sing a song
of when clouds gather
below my feet, and more
above my head, like a crown.
I’ll sing a song
of when clouds, in assembly
like to war, became my friend,
and the Sun by my side,
in a hot embrace to my hide.
I’ll sing a song
of when oceans, became
like a long snake running to infinity
and the roads, like neurons
interwoven in matrimony.
I’ll sing a song
of when States, like sheets, spread
cities like a speck, and houses, nothing
of how insignificant worries can be.
I’ll sing a song
of white and blue clouds, soft and flying
with no wings or feathers to glide
but their beauty allure reminds, of
how beautiful heaven must be.
I’ll sing a song
of white nothingness, in descent
and silence, a deafening sound
when my voice became alien to me,
and a distant cry like a tingling in my head.
Let me sing you a song
of my sojourn in the sky
when I became a bird.
© Onaopemipo ‘19
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