Poetry
I stepped in from the outside.
Glad to be back.
From the place where I could not touch the waters.
The waters yelled I'll tag you first.
So now I'm IT.
But when I was ready to run after
They decided to play hide and seek.
Wrong game waters, wrong game.
The skyline was not picture-perfect
Where the sun refused to start shining.
And then came out.
But I am the one who is to seek.......
Sun I don't think you know how to play this game.
Because this is not how this game works.
This is not how any game works.

I made my bed outside
It was a water bed.
And I think there is a hole in it.
That wasn't there when I took it outside.
I am sinking, I am falling
I am melting.
Then a voice said You are not melting, stop being dramatic
Stand up.
But I cannot lie in it.
Because there were ants.
Or rather, Ain’ts
From Aunts
These aunts saying Ain’t you supposed to be married  by now.
I sigh
Deeply.
Kids walk by me.
And forget to walk by.
No don't leave your food there you will attract the ants and the aunts with their aint's.
I just came outside to eat.
Show me the way to fulfillment.

But I saw that there were lines.
Long lines.
Short Lines.
I could not see the end of the long or short line.
All of these  line are  in the way
Of where I wanted to be.
Lines that were not moving.
So I sigh
Again
And put a blanket down.
I miss my water bed.
One of those people in those lines came by.
Wow.
And said, Do you need anything?
I may not have the most sustenance
But we can play catch.
I looked at her
And she was indeed a catch.
Oops, I said that out loud.
With the covering of swine silly, she laughed.
I can travel through this pigskin to you on the other side.
This time I made sure to keep that thought in my head.
Good thing she cannot hear how fast I said that.
I spoke so fast internally the thought almost became speech.
Such thoughts when nurtured become our truth.

So we played catch until sundown.
We should have called it drop.
Because she caught the football on her end.
And I dropped the football on mine.
I could not even claim that the sun was in my eyes.
But I did say the sun is in my hands.
I even tried a one handed catch
And the other hand said Stick to two-handed dropping.
My brethren hand said this monstrosity hurts his fingers.
With every throw I did, she had to come closer.
Hey they call it catch, not pass.
My arms were almost reaching her
With every back and forth
We even threw once in a while.
Until we hugged at the end of catch.
In the darkness I came home.
Poetry.
I could get my sustenance now that I’m here.
Never mind.
I received all I needed from the outside.