The Sky Speaks At Home

At home the sky is male running ceaselessly up there above our heads The sky speaks at home In the midst of its haste it closes out the shine of the bright yellow sun The sky speaks at home One day it came around as if offended by the gods in an instance of fury it changed its mood from a brilliant shiny white To a dark frightening black It knocked on the roof of Aunty Nene’s house and took with it the antique roofing sheet The sky speaks at home Sometimes in the sky a heavenly battle ensues when the shine of the sun doesn’t give in to the approaching train of rain leaving the dwellers on land watching with mouth agape The sky speaks at home Here and now away from home where land and space contrast that at home Here and now away from home a sea of endless friable grain adorns the land taking the place of the lush grassland and the mangrove known at home Here and now away from home the sky mimics the land bald most part of the year showing the halo of the bright yellow sun Here and now away from home the sky is still never telling if it’s male or girl Having driven away all elopers up there above and cracked open the shell of the clouds up there from above The sky exposes all beneath to the light of the sun Here and now away from home the sky is meek in its quietude In the dark of the night and the twinkling of the stars the lights of Jupiter and of Venus and Mars smiles down at all Here and now away from home the sky is bare keeping an eerie silence a stillness that speaks Here and now away from home stillness speaks up there in the sky All in all at home and here on and on the sky speaks in its own way