Night Is a Sprinter

On your mark! Thus day light becomes dark And the ticking clock Dances frighteningly away Right behind my back With burdens hanging loosely on the rack. Set?! Still unsettled while night sprints away Along this track of red and white spray With slumbering emblazoning ray And the silent crack of the umpire’s stray Lord! Please do bless this day I pray. Go! Yes I did take the leap In cradling little sip And upon sloppy steep I watch as night away slip Along the lane and far into the dip And beyond the imagination of the watch I keep. I see the day But it never did stay In hatred of the silence of the sidewalks And in the perspiring diamonds that drips from the brow I wish I had an arrow and a bow With which to aim high and not low Praying I’d see night again Either through tomorrow’s insane Or through moments of refrain Or in the bliss of yet another rain Ayinla Muyideen Adeleke © 2016