The Congregated Trip Poem by Felix Bongjoh

(i)

Sprayedbasted layer, light feathers
and beige threads hemming an edge
on a blue and sapphire sky
running a race to meet
and hook intolong arms swinging

above plastic carpets and glass
of another sky unbleaching
cotton specks into an azure chest.

Unfold sun-lit hands to unbolt
the sky's heavy entrance
into an expanding bowl
and overflowing basin of piled rays.

Let the sky quiver and freeze
into transparent tunnels of light,
all crystal glass, all agates
and albites ofexpanding trays.

A blush patch of cloud
washes off lemonade hands
and grows into strings of crepe

burning out dimmer patches
to hang on expanding
crepe and flamingo wings.

(ii)

O daylight, wave more lattices
andlarge windows of light
to draw down a curtain for an unroofed
dome of catapulted rays.

Woven and unwoven air
lighten into azure skies, leaving
patches of crimson flowers

and candle lights to brighten
widening tracks of cotton
and lace. Air is threaded specks

of cotton, layers of sky
all daisy and powder sprinkled
in thin shooting arrows of light.

The light-legged boys
and girls are all dressed up
in short-sized tuxedos
hanging above grey pants.

(iii)

A ship is built to sail through
skies with uniformed gray-and-brown
singers, their unmatched
white outfit sailor
the sun in a gold nest hatching
more stretched-out silver skies.

Over carpeting sands on crawling
and racing beaches, moments
grow glassy nylon on moonstone
and blue skies woven into

a massive bird of a ship, elastic
stretching canopies and umbrellas
of sky, the only ship hooting

with stretchers to dapple and lay aside
wounded scarlet clouds,

as an azure deck flips out wings
to carry these uniformed
chanting plovers from a beach in Accra
to the sky-on-earth beaches of Virginia.