Prayer Mountain Poem by Alex Adeoye

Up here, I can see
How large the world can be.
How her wrapper drop-spread
With habitable set of crafts
This almost startled a keen looker for ever
Yet I supposed it is vast.
This mountain is high.
I still feel the lips of the sky,
The sound of her breath and
The Breeze accompanying it
In its altar-like-bond trek.
I can see, though my brow suffers some blow,
How trees prostrate, when leaves bid them farewell.

Down, down there, I can see wild display of sand,
As it wrestles survival one on one with all its strength.

Though I enjoyed here, because it is cool.
Nature gentle stroke on my hairs
Travels my mind beyond near look
Higher than the reach of my dwarf brow
I should be able to touch in simple romance
The chicks of nature with lovely caress,
Then I will say something new.

Been perpetual here is like a conclusion
To settling for gold dust
Viewing them from distance,
Their beauty and splendors,
Without a hand in the planting for my family

But it’s not really possible here.

Let me live, oh no, you this voice,
I can see for myself the earth strength
And her bosom’s display:
Her calm splendor is the lever
That is holding me in trance perpetually.
Remaining here is good but not wise
But to maintain it here could be stressful
If not impossible!
All these arts are not built here
But viewed from here for good.

I should be there to do something to behold
Remaining here, I would not be viewed for good
As much as I want to stay, I cannot.
I have to resume work
Or else my Boss will issue a query
I may not be able to answer till eternity.