Bonny By Boat
Bonny by boat
The skater did at the break of dawn
Commence her rhythm-less glide
Down her south-easterly meandering rink-
Not on ice; cold and hard,
But, on a brackish, salty, watery waste
Eyeless spectators flanked the course
Blindly staring on in silent cheer
Waving their branches and their leaves
Side to side and back and forth;
Rhythmic dance to the whims of the wind
Minutes, into an hour ticked by
A fish or two, time after time
launched out, like Olympic jumpers
vaulting over imaginary bars
And disappearing in a trail of ripples
Painted canvas unwound from a reel
A scenic movie before stationary eyes
Or was the landscape still, and our eyes did rove,
As we transitioned from the jetty,
Journeying from Port Harcourt to Bonny?
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