Nigerian kidnappings

I did not go to Nigeria this week
in fear
of being kidnapped

Ironic then.
The local kidnapping

of the soul

Next time, Nigeria.

Orange Dawn

quietly lurking

in the dark night
longing for an orange dawn

to wash away
the starless sky
the eternity of oneness

Continental clouds

They collide gently

These continents in upward sky
frothy foaming swollen
white clouds
merging themselves
with dark forebearing
lumps:
thunderstorms yet to come

Like tango dancers
their union
floats away in a flash just formed, just deformed

Swirls, curls,
Meet each other, touch and leave
like rushed afternoon lovers