After Jericho Brown a poem has to start from somewhere, progress gracefully through the drafts and arrive with a form of class. a poem can just be a point or a moment; might weigh the 21.3gramme of a soul or something less than a feather. my most familiar gesture is silence. it is what my father taught me. it is what justifies him too. the silence reclines in my throat; knuckle-like Adam's apple: my father's father's father's seeded gesture that found home in my body. a home is as hard a body to define. a home is either the end of the journey or all the places I'm coming from. I came from a generation of firsts: the first son of a first son of a first son. the first son of a first daughter of a first daughter. Now all those seeds are fruiting my body to ripe into a long poem. the poem is not this. the poem is at home
Olumide Manuel is a Nigerian poet.