Precious Time Take Me Poem by Okim Otu

Precious time take me
take me to whence kids gathered
under the glowing moon,
round the burning fire
listening to the elderly
telling stories of history

I have been suffocated
Suffocated by the smoke and enduring sounds
Of my neighbors generator
My sanity Impeded
Impeded by the noise of social media
And my creativity is in doubt.

Take me where alongside the flames arose;
Images that fashioned new frames of art,
Thoughts that brewed bottles of poetic rhymes,
Sounds that cooked delicious pots of new songs
and moves that molded new steps of African dance
Precious time take me.