TOMORROW
(A SEQUEL TO YESTERDAY BY OLUWAKAYODE TAIWO)
Tomorrow is a distant feather
Crowned in her shadow
She propels my bullet in a starlike shape
She twitters in my ears like a mistral
When I face the North from the South
She perches at the West.
Tomorrow is a pregnant elephant in her barrenness
She breastfeeds my hands
With her dry and gushing milk
She howls at chance
The end could be the pride of her neighbor.
Tomorrow is a Shakespearean poet
She paints her lines in colours
Deep from her Greekish heart
She rattles Greeks to my ache.
Tomorrow is the active baker of my bread
She pampers my lips in suspense
My teeth may kiss themselves in pleasure
My face may squeeze into my trusted tray.
Tomorrow is an itinerant peddler
The street is not even her home
She toils my sweat in a circle
But only to spread the diminution of yesterday.
Tomorrow is a shapeless mirror
She feeds me not with my own shadow
But her face will always show the fate of my faith.
© Dominic Achile
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