My life is like the harmattan’s mist

That crusts and dries all layers touched

While blocking sight beyond the here

But hanging untouchable to fill the void

My life is like the coiled spring

Energy brims through its bends and loop

Yet held in place by a force greater

Still watching, waiting for time to pounce

My life is like the gelded horse

Elegantly standing to spite its shame

Lurking within it is fire unbridled

Culled, strong, patiently waiting

My Life is like the Ocean’s sand

Slapped irreverently by the boisterous waves

Sometimes dragged along with it to sea

Never knowing that moment till it comes

My life is like the Arctic’s Ice

Laying frozen and contemplating time

Till a nuisance heat defies it

And steals away its brittle repose

My life is like the lawn grass

Planted and nurtured to fan fat and proud

And when in time it erectly flourishes

It’s mown and told its bound – its limited reach