Eulogy For Cele

When the news came from home

Spirited by the waves

That you had gone

I snapped my fingers beside my ears

To still the steps of fate

Now

I weave a basket of words

To accompany you on your journey

If you listen really hard

You will hear the trilling of my voice

As it calls your name

And reminds you of what you were

What you are

I garner a harvest of euphonies

To lament my loss of you.

Copyright © 2004 Chika Unigwe

Easy Like Sunday Morning

Sunday Morning
Life is breezy
A child swings high above the clouds
A dog runs in the grass
I see its face turned up to the sky
Its nose breathes in the smell of my neighbour's coffee
Heaven parts its teeth and smiles
And I am borne on the wings of angels.

Copyright © 2004 Chika Unigwe