Jumping Creeping Silence Poem by Felix Bongjoh

(i)

Clothed in a worm's
silence, grip and cling
to a giraffe's back.
Climb light's waxy pole.

And grab the sails
of a wrecked ship,
the only cloth
a spray of drizzles

spun and tossed off
from a choked storm wave,
only beacons unbolting
freezing eyes.

Air straightens out
into a giraffe,
its breeze a neck
pulled and pushed

to float and sail
with silence's
elastic albatross wings

creeping in curves
across a midnight cloud
with a padlock-
mouthed wind.

(ii)

O tight-lipped crawling
wind, sweep through
a stretched night laid out
on the sprayed mat
of a moon's breath.

Crawl to an unwinding
neck pulling
a jumpy
sky-bound head

grazing on snorts
and rolling balls of air.

Floated into lantern
flames of butterflies,
as a tall wick
of night sun dives
out of a snail's whisper.

(iii)

Creeping breezes
paddle silent canoes
of drifting air
in a melting sheet,

as light is woven
into cream
and white butterflies
in a white hibiscus' mouth,
a strayed kite's sneak.

Blow all these rolling balls
out into a creeping
crab, gripping sands

to weave themselves
into carpets carrying ants
in silent parades.

(iv)

How a floating moth
in the widening
mouth of a sprouting orchid
under a moon's glow
spreads quiet wings of ash.

It swells into a swan
sleeping on its shadow

spitting out silhouettes
beneath deep layers,
a hilly neck under the glass
of a whitish silver stream.

Swan, spray yourself
into a splash of moon
above stars in syzygy.

Giraffe on lime starry grass,
jump up to catch a star
melting a world
into dawn's creeping silence