The receding tide
Pulled over the pale yellow moon
Whose eyes were once full of life
Free for all to savour
Alone, on the beach,
I wrestled with my thoughts
Whose power I had not subdued.
Images grew stronger and stronger still
Silence sniffed the fumes of the hour
And reacted with no speech
Winds broke through night-time melodies
And carried their souls adrift
The membrane ruptured
And I knew the truth
As sunlight put on her robe
Of brightness.

Uzo Dibia

University of Ibadan, Nigeria