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Touching the Sky

“Grow and touch the sky”
so father said.

Only a boy, I could
barely touch the roof

The burden of wanting to
grow tall hunched my back

& how could I ever grow
when I was never allowed to stand?

To stand is to defy
so one must always kneel

If I was left to the wind
I might have taken to birds

Perhaps he feared I would be hit
by the adventurous fury of a boy’s catapult

But even birds learn gymnastics on
the electric lines

To rein in or not to rein in,
that I do not know

What I do know is that people
left to run (or fly)

return with the wind coursing
through their limbs

And those left to sit
become household trees

Abdulbasit Yusuff is a lover of arts and literature who enjoys writing short stories and experimenting with poems. He earned a diploma in Science Laboratory Technology at The Federal Polytechnic, Bida. Some of his works have been published on Tuck Magazine, Kalahari Review, Echelon Review, Prachya Review and Spark of Hope: an anthology of poems for saving lives. Abdulbasit writes from Abuja, Nigeria.

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