Your Home is in the Heart of a Map
what are you if not recurring songs?
if not a mild wind telling its origin from the
mouth of a sea,
if not music and madness?
the moon calls you a ball of white light,
there are empty holes within your shores.
the sun says you destroy everything you love,
you write it down & you’re grateful.
the river says you are lonely,
the word is relative.
the sad man calls you a part of his pain,
you know beauty is not to be shared.
the earth says you’re a missing house,
nobody knows what inhabits empty spaces.
a poet thinks about you,
he should write about recovery and camouflage.
sometimes to hide your pain
you spell your name with one letter missing.
the world is writing its own story:
Anthony Okpunor is a Nigerian writer who lives and writes from Asaba, the capital city of Delta State. He splits his time between writing, reading, lectures, good epic music, and himself. His work has appeared in several online platforms including African Writers, Kreative Diadem, Praxis Magazine, and elsewhere.