Poem – The Drifting-Bys (By Emmanuel Stephen Ogboh)

The Drifting-Bys

I am the boy you almost lost

to a stretch of long black distance

found luckily, by love

stronger, than time and space and procrastination

& now in that love I drown

I float, drift, swim and drown again

for it is as a honey puddle

deep, an ocean of pink passion

please leave me here for now

beside the floating molecules of this water

waiting, scheming to conquer the gale

& the deafening drifting-bys