Out of the knickknack of this year,
We have run our hands on things—
Those imaginable to the men of this world.
The knitting of the strongest tangles,
The struggle, the hustle and bustle;
We’ve looked at the face of this life
Just as one looks at the cross.
We’ve made our ways to the ladder of life,
Climbed each step with zest
At a pace not haste but steady.
Life here is metamorphosis .
Through the windows of every opportunity
Heading upward out from the tunnels
Life never stops ringing its bells
Jingling and wangling up and down
Still we return each day to kiss.
We kiss away the scars life engraves
On us—a sojourner’s life—from east to south
Where the breeze blows our leaves .
Life is a gift, its struggle is a race for all
If it knocks like the stormy wind,
Know its soles are a basket of choices
Life is a fertile landscape we must plant on
A seed today, a giant oak tree tomorrow
And each day we return to kiss the cross!
John Chinaka Onyeche “Rememberajc” (he/his) is an author of three poetry collections “Echoes Across The Atlantic”, a husband, father and poet from Nigeria. He writes from the city of Port Harcourt Rivers State, Nigeria. He is currently a student of History and Diplomatic Studies at Ignatius Ajuru University Of Education Port Harcourt Rivers State. Find him at Rememberajc.wordpress.com Facebook.com/jehovahisgood, and Twitter.com/apostlejohnchin