THE MAN WHO WEARS THE SEASONS
by Jide Badmus
On the surface you are weak &
Your smiles are a broken stream
But nightmares could not break your sleep.
You hang your fears
Like jackets in closets
& bury sullen memories
In unmarked graves.
You carry your flaws like a flag,
Showing off scars, like medals.
You wear the seasons—
Face of haze, beards of rain—
& bear tales of sprouting shoots, fallen leaves…
You are chronicles of wailing winds,
Diary of grieving waterfalls—
A chameleon of time.