Something to say

Soothe

if i must tell you where we’re going
then we would begin to recount
each tale that led us here
but of what use is
old wine in a new wine skin
when we should be telling
new tales, and stoking our fire
say,
till we begin to burn, bond
bloom like flowers in the summer
drop by drop till an ocean
begins to flow from our bellies
till we begin to burn, bond
and carry each other like wings
to reap is why we are sowing.

Victor Oyedele