Kasuwan Daji
By Majekodunmi Oseriemen Ebhohon
the fire is out, the farm is still
the hoe lies broken in the dirt
i find your hand near the furrow
i find your shoulder by the grain
i bring the pieces to the shade
i lay them straight on the goatskin mat
i fit the arm back to the side
i press the palm against your chest
Father, the sun is high and hot
the birds are eating the dropped seed
the village path is long and dusty
i cannot carry you alone
wake now and take the water jar
wake and knit your skin together
see, I have gathered all of you
stand up, Father, and walk us home
