I’m still here after the rain <br />tending the tomatoes <br />pushing black pepper seedlings <br />back into the ground with these fingers <br />still startled <br />at why sweet onion bulbs <br />deleted smiles from our eyes <br /> <br />I’m still here after the rain <br />standing alone like the land I stand on <br />gazing into distant future <br />like one facing life like the view <br />from an aeroplane <br /> <br />it’s after six and I’m still here <br />in the garden after the rain <br />with my feet in the mud <br />holding a steaming teacup <br />once filled with ice cream <br />tending words that grow like <br />a chimney without a soul<br /><br />Padmore Enyonam Agbemabiese<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-the-rain-5/
