I was thinking about summer while writing this, not because of a break from schoolwork, but because of the hot weather. I don’t know if it’s too early to start worrying about a warm summer, though. I’m considering going somewhere, maybe taking some train trips, and writing about it, or camping somewhere remote and also writing about that. I’m thinking, not worried about bugs and mischievous reptiles that take over the quiet roadsides and wander into the tent when you camp. Well, I’ll find out what’s up in a few months. For now, train travel seems to be leading in the polls of my mind.

So I felt like writing something lovely tonight, without being too scholarly. The beauty of poetry is that the poet can write abstractly, with no one or nothing specific in mind. For example, I can write a love letter without worrying about who it’s for. The poet can stretch his imagination without feeling bound by his own routines. The piece below won’t follow the traditional poem format. You may agree that love is a very beautiful thing. If you think of something good or magical, think of love. Anyway, I’m heading back to my books once Oroma hits publish. This piece is titled “You feel like a hug.” What does it mean? Read for yourself! Good night, y’all.

You feel like a hug

You feel like a hug, like early morning dew, fresh, like the smell of new coffee. You wear a refreshing smile, and moments, short but full of memories. I want you to know, that your smile makes the sun blush and the moon shy! That the skies are blue in our minds because the clouds are filming your sweetness. I muse about you in writings and songs that place you in time, where it will never be erased. I call you my muse, you make me write love songs. Now, my darling, you feel like a warm hug!