#jb
This feeling of being so honest is such a shock to my system
I can't remember the last time I was so open about about my thoughts
I have been on an endless journey
Trying to discover someone who is exactly what you are
I know that whatever ******* I say
That you will be so truthful no matter what you've been through that day
Maybe we're right
And life really does hate us
But it can't hate us that much
Otherwise it wouldn't have let me meet you.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
1. TRANSIENCE
I,
sentinelled
In the drizzle
Of a time
Wet----------
Like a drake
Without a nest
Trembling ----------------
Like a lily
At streamside you beckoned
And gave me shelter
In your dome
But
When a deluge
Chased the drizzle
And the sky hounds
Sanctioned the chase
You chased me out
Into the cold.
2. DWELLING
I, too,
have known
the rustle of cold on skin
and the silence
that drips
from doors unopened.
But once,
a roof leaned low
not to send me off—
but to listen.
It did not promise
forever,
only the now:
a mat,
a bowl of warmth,
a gaze that did not flinch.
And so I stayed.
Storms grumbled.
Tiles cracked.
The walls sometimes wept.
Still—
I swept the hearth.
I planted figs.
I became
dweller,
not guest.
3. THRESHOLD
I stand
between door and dusk,
with a heart still dripping
from old rains.
Your mat is clean.
Your fire glows.
But I smell
the memory of smoke
from houses I once called home.
I do not ask
to be a god
or guest—
only to bring
my whole weight in,
shadow and all.
If I step in,
will you flinch
when thunder speaks my name?
If you step back,
know this:
I have learned
to build fire
from splinters.
And I will not
knock twice.
© Lanre Adebayo
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 3:52 PM UTC