By Michael Akinyemi Taiwo
A glass, a clink, a cheer.
Of a glass, a clink, a cheer.
Of all the spilled drinks
And the shrieking of golden finches.
O tossed among the bright stars
Of a brimming sky, found, in the bazaars Of silent reminiscences, in the labyrinth of green
Taut through and through and of firm mien
Bent on reaching the other side.
Artfully adorned Hebe, bonny child of Zeus, goddess at her acme.
Goddess of youth and cupbearer of the gods.
Pour us ample nectars and ambrosia in wads.
Entangled in the whirlwind of memories as we sip
And celebrate our blooming youth, nectar drips
And voices raised; a glass, a clink, and a cheer.
Toast to turning twenty-something. Immune to fear.
Where do we go from here? Tossed in the abyss and back again.