Written by Divine Inyang
love is how to hold a candle to the human panorama
to catch only a glimpse of noumena. that which
defies definition. that which is determined in the
language of eyes.
when I say my mother carved my face out from
a sentimental block of stars, I mean that
upon her gaze, I jut a celestial meaning, ripe for glory
kisses. today, I let the sun dawdle into sunset
before passing judgment on a day. I turn inward to
remember mother is the shade that quells the inquest. hence love
is also how the eye redeems beauty and skims for joy.
so perhaps flamingo. or starling. or egret. as the story wills –
I shapeshift – upon the eye that colors my tale.