Chrysalis
by Eyitemi Egwuenu

 Swathe in the tenor
 Of the living air-
 Hearts,
 Sconced in their
 Supple songs.Bright kernels.


 Happy hill collared by clouds
 Splaying sprinkles of gold
 Across the sea above-
 Stem our Hearts
 In the Chrysalis-The bud
 Between sunrise and our dream.
 Shore the surf
 In a merry scamper,
 Waves wading,the crisp chortle
 Of the sands.