Day 14: Stand As 10,000

Sometimes, the sun might rise in the west

And set in the east

Scorching the skies like a fire-breathing beast.

Often at such times

We are found in the garden of the

Hurricane’s eye.

The logs of rut that lie in our path

Inevitably give way and depart.

We find the inner mystery willing

Evoking details of passion

Swift in its gushing

Like a fountain spewing out a ocean.

There we rediscover our selves

Only to be lost in the revelation of the true self.

Suddenly,

Veiled oracles speak

With the silence of the seas

Narrating explicit secrets

In recently familiar mysteries.

Bidding the we of ourselves

To crack out of hardened shells

Calling us to stand as ten thousand

And get our butts off the shelf.

Akpan