A Bridge Passing Under Many Waters
by Tolulope Ogunlesi

Glaring back
At the sun
With eyes shut
Feeling
Its fingers
Dye-stained
Peeling the silence
Of darkness
Layer by layer
With choruses
Of coloured chaos


The night
Wind whips
The moon


I mourn
The moon


I think 
Of a bridge
Passing under
Many waters


The sun
Is God's 
Precious gourd
Spilling warmth
On a frigid world
And its waters


Gourd's in its haven
All's right with the world 

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