Nothing Runs Like Time: Poem by Ohikhuare Isuku

The roosters roamed gleefully
Upon the dew-moistened meadows
When the sun held
A brilliant smile a little
Above the eastern horizon

In a blink the sun's risen
Above the clouds
With fire and brimstone,
And in another blink,
It'll find its grave
Beneath the blind hills;
And the roosters will sail
Homeward, chewing frustrated songs

In our eyes, we see
Days born and drowned,
Hours melt into seconds,
And years into days;
Hence, now's the time
To redefine our lively dreams
That stand wobbling
Upon this sun-baked earth,
Else, they decay in solitary.