pensive

Achebe's title resonates in this
fallen world a herald of things
to come like the handle on the
third drawer down or the person
walking out of my life and I
wonder that any of it can
surprise me but inside the
caged bird still serenades
the blue yonder she will
never see and hopes for shadows
yet to come and I place a few
more treasures in the open
kerchief before knotting it
securely to the polished stick
another day another charade
helping lives torched by crises
keeping my peace until the
whistle sounds and my time
here ends though I know not
what dreams may come I sagely
see the hand dealt and trust
He knows each step of my
journey on and while goodbyes
never get easier I choose to
treasure what is good and
leave the rest where it lies