Jesse Ojuka

Don’t feel a rush
Tempts an unsettling peace
Must the spirit be intertwined with blush
Panic slicks off me with the oil of presence 
Who sprints up Kilimanjaro doesn’t reach the sparrow 
A chuckle greets me remembering it will eventually end
Cake!
Look through art with your mother
It will teach you are more alike 
With lions than you think