headlong
finally,
i pause the prolonged humming in my veins
-all things must align with this silence
i gather grapevines bloodying their lengths;
the ones whose voices are rooted in
the daunting, familiar, yet unfamiliar;
ways my heart has come to keep you like a word given
i gather them all and keep in a pile,
then walk headlong into the uncertain slope of you
HAUWA SHAFII NUHU.
