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.
You are an emblem of strength—a tide,
Anthology of falls & flights…relentless!
THE MAN WHO WEARS THE SEASONS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jide Badmus is an electrical engineer, a poet inspired by beauty and destruction; he believes that things in ruins were once beautiful. He is the author of There is a Storm in my Head, Scripture, and Paper Planes in the Rain; curator of Vowels Under Duress; Coffee; and Today, I Choose Joy anthologies.
Badmus explores themes around sensuality and healing. He writes from Lagos, Nigeria. You can reach him on twitter @bardmus, IG @instajhide
