Response to Fiyinfoluwa Oladipo’s “Dusk”

Growth

Does the moon sleep?
Or merely slip behind the sun
Like a nervous cat
I don’t know how
I don’t why
The sun plays the same tricks
Maybe to tell us time
Day, night and in different shades of light
From my doorway,
The poor sun retreats with a grudge
Slowed down by weight of regret
The laughter from earth now far away
The carpet of green, miles away
Praises of the sun seem to fade with it
When it reappears
The caterpillars have evolved
Into beautiful butterflies
It is afraid of what has been missed
Next time it tries to stay longer
But the moon…

Vera