Dream Of The Mid-Day Poem by Chima Ononogbu

In the moment awkward
lost in reverie,
the daylight heavy with starry sun,
the birds hovering with eyes piercing as torch.

The moment like a mint of fresh air when
under the mangrove leaned I against a tree trunk.

Sheathed away from the roily world,
calming my prickly nerves defiant silence in mangrove born.
Then, as if in a river drifted down an ocean
brimming with jetsam of gold.

Wreathed in a fluffy glee my face,
glimmering with white scented hopes my heart.
My eyes.....set on ocean of gold- -
like the gaze of a rapacious hawk
fixated on snatching away strayed chick
unhearing mother hen cuckooed.

Yet halfway gone,
bisected thy river;
down the path of the ocean channeled a lane,
and another toward a dry land as a desert
broken into smithereens of pouring emptiness
smoldered by galloping hushed silence.

Myself found in the dry land,
As I beheld the growing sand,
the rustling wind a thing like meanness oozing,
unfriendly and hostile.

But in a twinkling,
Into consciousness I stumbled,
downcast and drained,
my eyes squinted and dripping tears.

Again beaten down in dreary daydream.
Unjust and unkind the bisected river,
As I was certain,
the ocean of gold to be my destination.