Moon

Moon knows the secrets of
earth wind fire water metal
Moon never grows grey, like men.
Moon is a delivery man—
Moon is a pathway—
Whichever version of the metaphor you choose,
the other side of everything
walks round your room at night;
light shadows, resurrecting dead things.

Afterwards moon sits to hear the clock’s loneliness,
till dawn tunes in
& watches you
till dawn tunes in
& watches you.

Othuke Umukoro is a poet & playwright. His demons have appeared in Brittle Paper, AfricanWriter.com, Ink In Thirds, Poetry Potion & elsewhere. His debut stage play Mortuary Encounters is forthcoming from Swift Publishers.

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