Jesse Ojuka

Why wait until the end to invite awe to breakfast 
Began to question every word 
What is the meaning of spirt 
Part of ourselves not in the physical world 
Surely, carrots and songs aren’t up for debate 
Give me your hand 
Let us roast marshmallows 
With tears of joy in our eyes 
Surf on the sea of breath 
Blast off not sadly wept 
Eventually, 
We are poured back into the universe