Learning The Art Of Hurricanes Poem by Gabriel Awuah Mainoo

would you stay still
& breathe as peaceful as a skull…

for these are the days
you'll only find yourself

through the thin thread of sunlight
gently darting into the idle boughs

there is you
storm, water, gossamer lights,
striving to make their rainbows, for the winter months
of blackouts, the spinning of icicles in your spleen

you are learning to survive/remember
the meaning of each hue/cramp

inside your glass cubbyhole
you carry a stone, swing from the past
& let yourself out of hands

crashing into the lobe of a sister
returning from the crumbles of Troy

turning a blunt blade on her sunken shoulder
she pierces you with a big laugh

GRACE! that is all you get. ‘‘have the machete
now take the leech down from the cross''.