Tuesday Poem by Tares Banigoe Oburumu

I was drowning
in what seemed to be a memory,
not mine,
something too strange to be a living thought,

suicide seduced me,
she gave her gift of O
for introspection to live,

so much water in my pain,
a ship to float on it,
an island to grow,
and orange blossoms to light a black hope

there was need for jazz,
a song from Jesus’ fingers
placed on a mad saxophone,

there is a chorus I am yet to raise to a god.