READY OR NOT

By the time you’re ready for me
I’ll be ready for me too
I’ll no longer need you to
Complete me and hold steady for me.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

FORGET ME NOT

That deep moment
When the grass is calm
The gale is spent
Nature is bent
On being your heart’s balm

A busy butterfly
Like a restless thought
Flutters by
Waving hi and goodbye
Forget me not

Forget me not.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

THAT ONE

You can come as close to me as you want
You still cannot get in.
You can go as deep into me as you want
But still deep within
My heart there is a door
And if you’re not the one it’s meant for
You can’t get in.

You can go as far away from me as possible
You still remain inside me
I can push you as far away from me as possible
But still deep inside me
There is one tender space
And you alone live inside this place
That is the home in me.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

UNMISSING A PERSON

You know, when you do not
Want to stop missing a person, but…

One morning you rise
and go through the day and only
In the evening do you realise
That today you forgot to be lonely

And in that moment when you remember
That person, you wait for the familiar pain…
But as sure as August breaks into September
The ache is gone, you’ll never feel it again.

You know, when you do Not
Want to stop missing a person…
Because missing that person
Is the only thing you’ve still got -
But…

One day even that leaves you too.
Yes, even you.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

CACOPHONY OF ABSENCE

There is a cacophony of crowd
That is calming to the soul
Happy humanity buoyantly loud
Making its empty parts whole

When lungs are full of hearts
And hearts are crowded with mirth
And mirth is the song that charts
The path that longed for our birth

But even in the loudest throng
I hear your silence echoing
A dull throbbing of something wrong
The wind of strange bellowing

And where the multitudes gather
There I see your absence clearly
In the throes of the happiest banter
I quietly miss you dearly.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

CRACKED HALO

The loudest silence
Is two people alone in a room
Or in a relationship
But not knowing with whom
They are each talking
So they talk louder, hoping for an echo
And then they stop talking
For there is no answer to a broken Hello.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

THE OLD IN THE NEW

Every new thing you meet
Is an old thing to someone else
What to you is a new beat
Others have rocked from ever since

Your new love is someone’s old flame
Burning low but burning still
Because people stay the same
Captive to their former thrill

Battles you assumed were done
Suddenly resurface demanding review
Friends you thought were long gone
Suddenly come again to protect you

Nothing you meet is new
It is old to someone and to itself
It might even be old to you
But you simply don’t realise it yet.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

THE POND

Your voice is in my heart
Although we’re farther apart
Than a mind can see, can scan,
Hearts with ease infinity will span
Between Earthlives and Beyond
Across universes spirits bond
Like lily leaves on a little pond.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

THE STRANGE CHANGE

When the person you knew
disappears and is no more
than memories and pictures
and daily through the door
a stranger now in and out walks
while in the old voice of before
this stranger also with you talks
welcome to disorientation shore.

People really change,
it is no myth -
Experience totally today
the person you’re now with -
No human truly stays
a monolith.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

YOU ARE THE ONE I‘M THINKING OF

The light goes on and off
like a shivering bulb in a cold room
Your heart is not enough
to beat back the nocturnal bloom
Dawn, the dusk is tough
the mother of both glow and gloom
Lover, your mouth is rough
when you kiss at night you don’t know whom
Shadows long call your bluff
but your birdsong cries out mushroom
I’m you’re d’healer I’ve got the good stuff
sweeping you off your feet like your bride broom
Yes, you are the one I’m thinking of
When the new moon starts to wax and loom.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river