It's a treasure trove
Words tossed up like confetti
Falling in our hearts

Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.

i never used to smoke
but since you left,
it’s the only time i can seem to breathe

We, lost Africans
left the savanna
to follow the stars
leaving the ground
to stride with arms
down by our sides
to inherit the earth
and dirt of other lands
following the caravan
of sacred elephants
taking off our black
helmets to discover
other atmospheres
learning to breathe
here as well as there
drinking and singing
like blood thirsty
tigers the dangerous
songs of maps drawn
and long forgotten.