Somewhere in the present, our bodies are not wringing away from light. Our memories are not
laced with pain, and our thinking of this, alone, makes for a fountain. We are people; happy
people. We sing sad songs with our faces lit up. We make new songs and put our dances in
them. Our hands are always open. We love the weather for the weather and the moon for the
moon. In our dances, we are all so alike, like grasses, we ache for the winds also. Sometimes,
we put our hands in our pockets and look up to the sun, keep our faces bare and concentrated
on drinking. It is our way of living / drinking in the moment. We are a village of happy people,
and happy people drink the sun. And the sun, this sun, never dies. It is the way life pays back,
the way of bare faces, of open hands, of bodies that keep wringing from the dark into the sun.
Ayomide ‘Wes Oriolowo is a Nigerian poet and essayist. His poem was longlisted for the Syncity NG’s ‘Poetry in Times of Corona’ 2020 Anthology. Some of his works are featured or forthcoming in Giallo Lit, Praxis mag, Kalahari Reviews, Odd Magazine, Feral Press, Mineral Lit Mag, The African Writers and elsewhere. He can be reached @ayo_soars and firstname.lastname@example.org.
Uncovered logs from the distant past and the future beyond.