Nova

Some say time abandoned us
So now vexed at our folly
The days fade into a kaleidoscopic
Blur of existence
That seemingly has no end.

While nature stunts the weak
We shop for groceries
Oblivious to her hidden rhythms
As golfers trod the moon.

Lost somewhere
In a capsule of space
What are we
But microdots on the tapestry of life?
Running round and round in cycles
Arrogantly defying the planets
Stalking the earth.

A hierarchy of civilisations precedes us
Just as the conscious and enlightened ones said:
The world waits with baited breath
And the clock ticks on..

By Raymond Enisuoh