other principles of floatation


no matter how less dense

i am – gasoline, drawn blood, feathered

wings, spirit being – the air

still finds a way to keep me grounded.

no matter how dense i

become – dead eagle, fractured ship, box

filled with stones – the waters

still find a way to float me. there is a failsafe

embedded in my veins, & no

matter how much suffering, i don’t die.

god. this is not the image

of you on the cross; this is not the crossing

at the blood sea; remember

i was there – at Eden, at the beach –

& no matter how dark the city,

the sun found a way to peel it off, shadow

by shadow by shadow.


Precious Okpechi