“Plains” | Mustapha Jallow | Poetry

Plains

Mustapha Jallow

I’ve found myself on the plains catapulted across desert skies woolen paradises of clouds shaped into R’s and O’s alive reading with its I’s once translated into restless patterns of speech mutters caught in twine firm whispers that swell atop countless wicker chair what-ifs places where a heaved sigh is an orchestra of her words gone unwritten