By Olaore Durodola-Oloto
on a grey afternoon in spring,
when heaven eased its bowels,
trickling upon earth,
I learn the art of purgation:
creased leaves on peeling branches
slipping malady & dust earthwards.
restless wagtails descending by the puddle
for a bath in the field.
petrichor-scented breeze humming an eolian tune,
as if to say: be unspooled from this indignation,
make peace with the universe
& embrace weightlessness.
as if to say: lower your index & save yourself
from the curling verdict of three more fingers.
as if to say: leave your grief at Sheol
& start out for new horizons like the wagtails.
BIO:
Olaore Durodola-Oloto is an imagist from Lagos, Nigeria. His works appear in Brittle Paper, OtB, Kalari Review, Blue Flame Review, The Crossroads Review, Anthropocene Poetry, Inverse Journal, ANMLY, The ShallowTales Review, and elsewhere. He tweets on X @olaore_philip.