A Poem by Selasi Komla Adjor & Afia Amo-Broni
(To KWABENA EDUSAH AMO BRONI, for sleeping while we all are still awake.)
There it is, RESTROOM post
A little farther then we stop
Why should we stop,
When we have only just began?
T’is not pleasure we seek
But closure for the still
Alas, how can we find closure,
If you insist we go no farther?
How can we go farther
When our journey end stands before us?
Rooms.
Big ones.
Blue and white.
Still and cold.
There you lay
Red.
Black.
Brown.
White.
All breathless
Not twisting, not turning.
Look beyond those Rooms
Look beyond those curtains
I reckon there might be a Door
I don’t know where, I don’t know how.
But this, can’t be our journey’s end.
It is the journey’s end. But his.
Among all was you, tall but Short!
Not twisting. Not turning.
We have come for you; to see you, to Make you then go
If you must go,
Promise me this:
That you shall tell them
I had wished to journey farther
But it was not for me to decide
Afar sat, four, of us six
Where we hear sounds, of coolers and fans.
We sit, waiting to see you.
That you are being made;It’s what they say.
So we sit.
Waiting.
To be called to see you, that you have been made well.
And then we will go.
Tell them to make me well
Tell them to wear me a smile
And when you finally come to see me,
Come grinning from ear to ear
Pray! Do not shed another tear 😢!
Now we are called, to see you.
Six we go, into one big room.
There you lay.
Made.
In a grey shirt
and
a black and cream suit.
In your box.
You lay.
Quiet.
Still.
And very asleep.
Do not shed tears you say?
Did they make me fine?
Did my sheen still shine?
And if I was very asleep,
Then it must have been a dream: so surreal
Ah! Yes, shed no tears
Who sheds tears for a sleeping man?
©Selasi Komla Adjor & Afia Amo-Broni
November 23,2018.
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