Visitation by Nana T. Baffour-Awuah

I know it’s happening—the pattern’s the same.

Words only visit when the spirit is untame.

First, clustering like flowers, my mind abloom

Then casting a slow spell of sweet perfume.

The feeling pools gently, a little honey-thread

Then starts the tug between heart and head

It pulls and pulls ‘tween feeling and knowing

And pools and pools, ’til it is overflowing

Then comes the sun, a rising in my stomach

Light flooding my heart with blissful havoc

A prayer, invisible on my lips and my fingers

As the poem declares: we are now more than strangers.

Nana T. Baffour-Awuah is a Ghanaian writer currently based in New York. His writings have been published by Arcana Poetry Press, African Writer Magazine, HuffPost, The Good Men Project, New African, and others. He is currently working on his first novel. IG: @whatnanawrote