Perplexity Poem by Emmanuel Karibi Obuala

the words that I wish
to write elude me
like the chilly airy night winds
that cannot be clasped
and my thoughts, far fetched in pieces

along the wayside
like broken glass in the sun;
sans string, sans harmony,
can't be gathered together
into a concrete mould of poetry

but hand picked, hard as it is,
like spilled grains, in random
in random fragments of solitude held
together apart by a complex
array of perplexities.

© Emmanuel Karibi Obuala (Tari-yai)
2020.