Amadi, That Gong Sounds Again
Yesterday we cried, we wept for the loss of peace
Last night, we both mourned the demise of tranquility
We yearned in futility for that quietude
That made our spirits flutter
We bemoaned the annihilation of that calmness
That gave life to our souls
We clustered, finding solace in each other
Looking up to the skies for console and comfort
Finding nothing but the glitter of the stars
And the half smile of the moon
As right down at us it starred
Offering nothing but its shiny and piercing light
Amadi, yesterday you heard it first
You singled out the sound of the gong
Amidst the cacophony of juggling and music and noise
You told me that you hear the gong sounding
You held my head still to make me hear
But like the woodpecker, I refused to listen,
I let my revelry drown my sense of listening
Last night, that time when we snuggled up together
When we turned to each other for security none could provide
When joy burned low like the embers of half-charred coal
I swore I'll find my eyes even in the darkness
I vowed to wake the sleeping sun
To make it shine again for you and for me
Amadi, listen, I hear that gong sounding again
It's not the same with yesterday
This morning, it sounds with gaiety
Encompassed by the serenity that yesterday was beclouded by anxiety
Yesterday, when the gong sounded,
It bore the echo of uncertainty and the fear of the unknown
Today, it sounds again heralding the onset of hope
And ushering the light of a fresh dawn
Copyright © Muna Chuma-Udeh | Year Posted 2017
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