To Kayak and Other Poems | Frances Ogamba

          To Kayak

 

          wade into the ebbed tides

          poised on a kayak’s open womb

          clutch the paddle

          torso rotation to the right, to the left

          sweep strokes

          do not scrape the glimmery snakeskins of pebbles

          or answer to caws not bird sounds

          but foremothers eddying the riparian area

          branches drip from trees

          seaweed stipes, a tributary of your mother tongue

          slither towards a mainstem

 

          slippery logs mimic frowns of grandmothers

          jagged points of wood are pursed lips

          your paddle unearths a splash

          droplets twinkle, snarl.

 

         

 

 

         The haunted

          in my myopia, trees lose
          their sharp outlines;
          hard barks soften,
          poorly erased edges
          of a stroke. People flicker,
          unsteady light bulbs, faces
          obscured, their eyes holes forever
          hanging open and ready
          to gulp and gulp.

 

                                                                            Sybil

                                                                            Without my glasses, I see

                                                                            the end first 

                                                                            before I draw 

                                                                            close enough to see 

                                                                            the present.

         

 

          The Arrival

 

                                        A girl died above sea level flying 

                                        an altitude of 38,000 feet walled 

                                        by strangers

 

                                        who do not know her Igbo no hand to douse the pain 

                                        of dying no loved one to say nwa m anwuna 

                                        air hosts panicked travelers peek at her dying

                                        ask for identification her dying body already prepped

                                        for the news for an exoneration report: 

     we are saddened by this unfortunate incident. Our airline is committed to…

                                                                                                                                 the girl who left

                         home to study                          to amass a skill 

                  a girl amassed her kill died dreaming in the middle of nowhere or somewhere 

                                 above a wetland a girl reaches the 

                                     port of entry as a body does not reach the carrousel 

                                                                 a girl’s end tolled 

                                                                    a girl died a girl.

 

 

 

 

Frances Ogamba is a 2025 Mercatus Center’s Don Lavoie Fellow at George Mason University, a 2024 Jacobson Scholar at the Hawkinson Foundation for Peace and Justice, and a 2024 Miles Morland Writing Scholar. She received the 2024 Walter H. Judd Travel fellowship, the 2024 COGS Research grant, and the 2022 College of Liberal Arts fellowship from the University of Minnesota, Twin Cities. Her awards include the 2022 Diana Woods Award in Creative Nonfiction, the 2020 Kalahari Short Story Competition, and the 2019 Koffi Addo Prize for Creative Nonfiction. She is a runner up for the 2024 Minnesota BIPOC Emerging Writer Award, and a finalist for the 2023 Locus Awards, 2019 Writivism Short Story Prize and 2019 Brittle Paper Awards for short fiction.

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