Homesick

Rain sounds better only on the roof,
The body regrets every single drop
This sky has the color of rage and fury
Everything set to scare a young chick to safety
The smoke from the fireplace chokes
Like a blocked nose on a morning in December
The morning bell found its way to my dream
Reminding me of the cold morning bath,
The hunger pangs at 2.p.m after school
The dryness of Saturday afternoon
Grandma’s cooking and stories
The trace of the crack from her skin to pot
The neighbor’s excesses at midnight
Wine is the root of all drunkenness
I miss drinking in my house.

Victor Oyedele