A Giant Hand Poem by David Oladipupo Olorunshola

If you have not
Been to my village
Then you have not
Been anywhere at all

My village sits atop,
Atop a mountain groove
That has a shape
Like that of a plateau
With a serener beauty

Other near by villages
Look tiny, closely parked
And scattered across
The atmosphere is warm,
But windy and airy
Like you are elevated

Other smaller mountains,
Seems to surround,
Going around my village.
All seems to be shaped,
Design and craftily,
Put together by a sculptor,

At night,
When the moon comes up
You see light,
My village is lighted up
And you wondered,
And you see a shadow,
On the ground.
The shadow of a hand
A giant hand.