Sky And Sea On My Lap Poem by Felix Bongjoh

i)

You carry
a glazed sky
in its cerulean
ceiling
folding back

a nimbus
to floating
edges
of a stratus
in lace
woolen yarns

bouncing
and spinning
an azure
nylon fabric.

Drifting, drifting
back with
midnight trailing

a horizon
splashing the fire
and blazing
flowers and gems

above a bleached
dusk
swallowing
garish fires
in a drifting sky.

(ii)

Unbuckle me
from
a fig-rooted
wheelchair pressing
me down,

a heavy ice block
of stones
and a rock
drilling me

with their tons
of weight
into earth

within stiff walls
squeezing me
into pulp
of my myself.

(iii)

You carry
a sea shore
on your streaked
wing
splashing

stroking
drizzles
on my lap
already
itching

for a cart-wheeled
trip down
the gold-lit beach,

horses
whinnying
a chorus
tossed at

the soft
feathery sun
and moon
of beach lamps

and lanterns
pulling a man
nailed into
a wheelchair

for light-year
ages, my trip
of immobility still
far-flung
from its final
milepost.

Sun and sea,
gallop off
my lap, as I see
you clearly,

as you,
sunstreak butterfly,
land on my lap

creeping, creeping
with clucking wings.