SHE SET UPON MY PALM...

She set upon my palm a bunch of twigs;

expecting I provide her a forest.

 

She set upon my palm a droplet of water;

demanding I provide her the ocean.

 

She set upon my palm a ball of cotton;

that I may weave for her the finest apparel.

 

She set upon my palm a grain of sand;

that I may provide for her a mighty island.

 

She set upon my palm the flint’s spark;

demanding I make her a fire.

 

She set upon my palm a knife;

that I may draw blood for her to bathe.

 

I slowly fall to my knees;

that I may go about fulfilling her desires.

 

I set her grain of sand upon the barren earth;

creating the island which she deserves.

 

I set her twigs upon the grain of sand;

that I may build her a house which she deserves.

 

I set her ball of cotton upon the twigs;

creating a beautiful roof which she deserves.

 

I stick her knife deep into the surrounding earth;

that I may create a stately pool which she deserves.

 

I set her knife upon my wrist;

that I may fill her pool with my blood which she deserves.

 

She casts me out from her presence;

that she may enjoy her wealth which she deserves.

 

I set the flints spark to her cloudy roof,

that it may illuminate the world which she deserves.

 

I set upon the growing flame her droplet of water;

that it may provide her succour which she deserves.

 

I stare as all her provisions are consumed;

setting a bed of ash which she deserves.

 

Delivering all which she deserves-

nothing.

 

Adesina Aanuoluwapo John - 2018