By Hameedah Aruwa
‘& isn’t life a tale of streetlights?’
I ponder, as I tread the stony road
that leads to home. I swoon in the
balminess of the crispy breeze
stroking every inch of my skin–
every swoosh compels me to swerve
my slender body, to the wind’s shallow
beats. I deduce that the skies are indifferent:
Silent & dark. I see no light rays penetrating
the thick sheets of clouds. But the roads
are half lit by streetlights; bright ones,
dim ones & flickering ones.
In our lives, aren’t there such people like
the bright streetlights? They eschew
darkness & infiltrate hearts with their
aura of blinding lights. There are such people,
like the dim streetlights & there are such
people, who flicker; whose presence avail us
both light & darkness— in alternation.
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