IN A JIFFY

WHILE AN UNCAGED BIRD SING
May 15, 2021
ONE DAY I WILL GO
May 15, 2021

IN A JIFFY

Written by Ajibade Basit

Kitchens will wake up, from

the barren state of days.

Not too long nor soon,

spoons will work again. And

the cups will sit up with no sways

to hug the dry mouths. And

smiles will crawl in to form

a pool for teeth to swim.

 

Light will arrest the darkness

hovering over our souls.

Music will sound great. Our

ears will know joy. At least once

in many tick-tocks of twenty-four.

 

The foam and quilt will grasp

the mass of bones and flesh.

As sleep will fill the void.

And arrest the night, that

showed us gladness.

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