Waiting For The Sun Poem by Tony Adah

Good bye to the sun
I am not finally going
Neither are you, I guess
I am constrained I say bye now
So that the clouds would be nice
Do their shield and cover the sky
Make us cold with the stamping rain.

Nothing stops the day's business
Than the sky's ugly face
And its tears of the rain
I will wait inside our hut
Set up a burnfire with the logs
The meadow offered in yesterday's
Raging wind.

I will roast my corn
I will burn my pear
Mixed them in a mill of my mandibles
And warm myself by the fireside
Like a lazy hound amongst
The ashes heap.

But the sun I bid you bye
Even if it rains till tomorrow
And clouds hasten the ebony night
I will relish my corn and pear
And wait for the sun to come
And he must come.