A trillion words stream through my mind,
I lie awake as I await the counsel from most High
Instructions scribbled on my brain
the Father’s mind for his people
I handwrite
a zillion words poured on paper, stored in journals and notepads
A chalk of a skilful poet. A blackboard. Fleshy pink
Erase. Ponder. Nibble the edges of squishy pink
I write.
oil in my lamp emptied by the minute into a quill
crafting each letter into black and white
printing them on the globe
for many to view each Tuesday
Oh! Some stay in files
to be read for ages and ages to come.
© 2024 Enobong O’wunmi.
