searching for home
like snowflakes, silence settles on my soul
& coats everything in chilling coldness.
here, light, like darkness, harbors terror,
white is a lonely color & the sun has no warmth.
every day, sadness sends me off into
a mirthless morning with a kiss on my forehead.
at night, delirious, i search shadows for company.
in the mirror, a stranger wave at me & i wave back.
it is strange how a drop of sound can ignite fire in a soul.
the sound of home across the atlantic is like fireworks
on a starlit summer night.
home is a big bosomed matronly woman, capricious
& churlish, & yet all that is good & pure.
from afar, she is a belle – blotches covered with nostalgia,
vileness hidden from view. through the lens of distance,
her features are beguiling.
home is a leftover dish dumped in memory’s dumpster.
like a scavenger, i am searching in the dumpster
Tope Ogundare is a Nigerian poet. His poems have appeared in Brittle Paper, Kalahari Review, Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Pilcrow and Dagger, The Aquila, Snapdragon, and elsewhere. His first book: The Book of Pain, was released in 2018.