Of wind wave and persistence

by Yewande Akinse, on persistence

the river calls me into dialogue

often to live free and be whole again

scent like fresh fallen rain monologue

in a vast friendship with moon and tide plain

I go to the river to drown my pain

within its white fall, its shores and ember

for a moment I fail to remember

the untoward facets of existence

complete in ebb and flow as a member

of water, wind wave and of persistence