I haven’t been to the sea in four years,
And I feel nature’s fragments dying
With my skin cells. I miss being
Partly sand, and partly water
From my hair strands to my follicles.
I miss the mixology of my sweat
And the salt in Poseidon’s bathtub.
Perhaps, the music needs the soul
Of my eardrums in the wind’s swooshes
Conversing with the waves. I personify
Bodies that cease from flowing
With Olókun’s tides—
May the water in my body not drown me,
Since I’ve been swimming inert,
And writing lethargy on an acrostic—
Leaving each lyric to limp
Everywhere across the room
Trying to find melodies for their legs.
Hands reach for the wall,
And no window for air to creep in.
Restiveness demonizes the soul
Giving a boy anxiety and disorders.
Youthfulness is lost in his frame.
Tukur Loba Ridwan is a professional ghostwriter and poet. His chapbook, Silence, is available from Stripes Literary Magazine.
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