A NAVIGATOR’S VIEW
The worldview matters at sea.
The back view is for stoic eyes that feel.
Do I curse the day I stepped into the ship, in excitement?
Unknown to me this ship was but a bittersweet attainment?
Through the storm to the serenity of the calmness of drifting waves,
Loneliness gave way to tunes of melancholia craves…
Imagining the ugliness of returning:
Returning to the hustle.
Returning to the abundance of the metropolis’ contradiction.
I wish to be a contained bird at sea instead.
Let the tunes of my daily life sync to the amoebic, rumbling maritime.
Let my reflective mind be full of another sort of wonder:
wondering what would become of me if I dared leave.
How could I bear to leave nature’s mist?
How dare I leave the vast spectrum of endless possibilities?
A hundred things to become!
A hundred actions my noble heart could take!
Regardless phones are ringing constantly:
the tones of my love are calling,
Her every word melts my heart.
I am a coastal navigator.
I am responsible for bringing human, basic needs to their disposal.
I am a bridge between tributaries of worlds.
I wouldn’t cry much after that, because I understand the price of loneliness.
Oladunjoye Daniel Oluseye and Taiye J. K. Ishola [07-01-2022]