How Come Is Morning? Poem by ifedayo oshin

I stayed action of the night
I dared to stare at the dark
I robbed my eyes of nocturnal vacation
Turning insomniacs by ever sensuous poetry
I shamed darkness with a bar of mangled wax
And rode on the back of unsuspecting dawn
To see how dark turns light
And see the dyer that blends black into white
And catch mother night in labor pains
To see the midwife that delivers a bright morn
I sought to know the secret of a new day
And how ere the morn is born?
Is it like a chick hatching with a kick?
Does it sprout like maize plant spewing out of earth lips?
Does it slump like a mango fruit in nature obeisance?
Or like waterfall gushing down the Erin-Ijesha heights
Does it come peeping like a babe
Poking headlong from birth trough?
Does it come with cat’s discretion during excretion?
Does it come with thunderous report of the savage sea
Or the gentle hiss of the solemn spring?
How really does the morning come?
No sooner had the thoughts formed
Than Mother Nature came stealthily
In pretence of answer brought
Lo! It’s morning and I awoke
A new morn is born before I arrived