A Cloud of Vertigo II    I saw a brother sitting on the...
A Cloud of Vertigo II

I saw a brother sitting on the wayside
Under a shower of sun.
Bare floor and legs folded.
He swivelled vigorously from his neck up
His head, a cloud of vertigo.

Beside him was a cup.
May have been black coffee from Starbucks.
His head, a cloud of vertigo.

Something is amiss.
He sees rumbling seas
Engulfed souls struggling to stay afloat
Even the one running to quicken his blood circulation.
Everyone dreads the weight of fear
So they run and place stones at each mile.

Yet he cannot shake off what he sees
Rumbling seas.

Inertia is weightless death.
The only way out is to fit through the eye of a needle.

© Emeka Okereke
Berlin, 2024

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