(for a wonderful man; my friend and teacher, Hyginus Ekwuazi)
The owl has nested his head
the raven croaked to bed
the heavens spray new rays from source…
Herald, listen: the beauty of the dawn chorus.
Not till the final i finds its dot
the cross to T its spot
not till Aôndo’s face
shines a stop—would you leave this place.
The day calls yet to the child
wonder hidden in the man whole.
Answer: there’s play outside, wild
play that lifts the soul.
[From Home Equals Holes: Tale of an Exile]