Contemplation on the odu Iwori Ika

No matter how you try
You can not catch the crashing waves
Bend them to your will
Deny their existence
You can only look away
Secretly hoping that the pulsating rhythms
Never end
Never fade
Engaged in a delicate pas de deux of minds
Revealing more in the breaths in between
Than in a million words
A fleeting glance
A framed doorway
A gentle rain
Tell me you saw the birds
Gliding through the storm
Weren’t they lovely
Tell me you saw them so I know it wasn’t
Just a dream