Viewpoint Poem by Tosin Adesokan

Just in the morning,
I visited the unchasing
but ever running stream


I bent my head
and took a look
at the liquid mirror


I saw nothing
but my reflection
plus the dried leaves
and ripe mangoes
ready to fall


Then a mango fell
my images vanished
from the liquid mirror
and I saw the dead
living below my image
In the water

I realized that what I didn't see
I felt that it was notthere


What I saw
I felt that it was present permanently


But most times
what we feel it is there
is not actually there
what we feel it is not there
is certainly what is there