In the dead of the night, when the moon king the sky
My mind became like a River conquering it bank .
Before my lost wakeful eyes, I went in search of answers;
Answers to questions that have drowned the wisdom of many wisemen.

I reminisced on how the sun rise like a man from slumber;
After its day work,it switches duty with the moon.
The beautiful sky standing as a roof
Over the mighty building without pillars called Earth,
The stars twinkling from the highs like it’s winking at me .
The waters that move through our Rivers.
Like a man touring the Earth.
The Tree that I remember how it grew from a seed,-
A seed of orange I put in the womb of Mother Earth.
I saw him waiving his branches and leaves
Because of a touch from same invisible food my nose eat.
My eyes are blind to see it.
But like a blind man whose hands has become his eyes
I do feel his presence with my hands.
Someone once called it Air.
The hen that clocks my morning ,
The goat crying for food in my father’s barn,
The bird singing an ancient song from atop my orange tree:
They all behave like me in ways I know.
I saw the goat give birth to her kind
Same way my son looks like me.
They also fuel themselves by food the eat.
Maybe they also ponder on this same questions storming my mind.
Looking at the man staring at me
From the mirror standing before me.
I pondered how all came to be,-
The human, the universe, Animals and Tree.
If human can create pens,cars and houses.
Then something created the Humans,trees and universe.
Who ever this creator might be
I wish he lives in me like humans live in house the created.
I want to be like a pen in the palm of his hands.
Just like a poet, he will craft me into a well structured poem
That will be read by many generations.
I would love to be a phone made by him,
So he can call his children that are far from his presence.
2020

This is amazing