A Joy of Everything

Written by: Oludipe Samuel

And 
somewhere 
far off on 
hills,
Dwelled 
deep upon 
a summit, 
a dappled 
ground
A cock will 
again 
crow to 
his mates, 
whisper
To the 
world: in 
earnest 
plea or 
sweetness
And 
soothe a 
air around 
and tumult
Kindled 
from the 
market's 
navel and 
someplace
Off the 
ocean's 
empty belly

And be it 
not sultry 
darkness 
dies,
Flatulent 
chirps 
risen from 
scant 
bushes 
blare
Against 
the sun's 
rising
But for 
ressurection 
that 
drowns life,
A stuff 
which 
existence 
be
In the 
misted 
dawns and 
sun-
scotched 
grooves,
Sky's 
twitching 
eye to a 
swarm
Of 
speckled 
wings. Let 
this throw
To the 
world a joy 
sublime, a 
feel divine
A joy of 
everything; 
a joy of 
flesh__