The Return Poem by Moses Kainwo

One day I will come to you
Just as you memorised me
With dark shades on motorbike

That picture will not be me
Because my eyes will be mine
After one ten fifty years

With darker glasses than that
Ten fifty a hundred years
Not the me you ever knew

Even after one moment
Riding away from your eyes
Not the same voice anymore

Resounding your favourite words
Like I did before a crowd
Into your timeless eardrum

Not the me with giant legs
Cat walking the stage of guilt
Of fatherhood motherhood

One day yes one fine fine day
I will come back with that name
That answered the question then

My image is the story of Adam
And yours that of Eve’s
With legends that touch the hour

Why did you come with a face
Only to depart with none
Not the me that you captured

On camera of your eyes
That moment will never come
(Never never being a new poem)

On that same old motorbike
With my timeless goggles on
When you hosted all of me

Or so you thought you did
Making me hero from names
In the news or books as you like

I’m not a footballer cannot be
With my boneless feet
To wipe the dews from the lawn

You must be dreamy dreaming
Of a new day new moments
Hot and cold and hot again

With the old me that you caught
On camera of your eyes
As in dream of new returns

When night puts on day and night
Again and against again
With the old me in goggles

On camera of new eyes
As in dream of more returns
When night puts on day and night

I will come back with stories
With excuse for nights between
Yes I will come back to you

With much more darker glasses
Glasses that you never gathered
In lieu of miscomputed looks

On the camera of your eyes
And many uninvited eyes
Yes I will come back to you