Musing by Josh Pampam (Nigeria)

I stand
in the ruck of my fault,
fighting the croaks
that lurks around my ears;

I stand,
while my shadow
sits on the rustling brook
by the sideways.

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I stand
at a carrefour of life,
observing the waving storms
rowing like a coil;

I stand
with my blue eyes,
walking about on the
cotton cloud.

I stand
with the murky
soil, getting along with my sole
like house and fire;

I stand
firm like an electricity pole:
the smooching breeze
wasn't enough to arouse
My kinky soul.

I stand
amidst the swinging wind,
swinging me like a swing;
at the crossway.

I stand
wondering if to swim
in the storm
or sink in the murk 
Am In.