I gazed at the moon
perhaps because
the night was cold
and lonely,
and my thoughts
roamed freely,
beyond our horizon.
I gazed deeper,
now with my eyes and mind:
and that was all
I needed to pierce through
the burdened cloud...
My soul startled
and my heart leaped,
my mind gaped
that I found a woman
right in the moon..
Her image visits
my mind day after day..
She was bronzy
Like the twilight...
Around her breast was
skillfully tired wrapper
like those dyed
In Eastern Nigeria (Nnewi).
She backed a chilld
that seems to be
deep asleep or
maybe lifeless..
She was steadily
breaking a log of wood
as if to prepare
a meal for her husband
Soon to be back from work..
This I couldn't understand...
that when she stared at me,
Her eyes sorrowed me...
they sorrowed me
back to earth...
So I ask Grandma
and she said
The moon lady
has been toiling for
so long...as long as
she(grandma) was a child..
This is my Question
Did "Neil" travel with
His high school lover
to the moon???
If yes!!
She has put to birth
and awaiting His return..
