“You remain undefeated even on the last line…”
Uncleanable lines define our reach
in the guided steps by the Divine powers
to a definite end.
The marks that form the rungs
are signed to individuals
at varying grades of grace.
From the trees, branches are offered to individuals
on which to hold,
and while leaving, leave a mark, not unsung.
Few branches stand at vantage positions
for significant marks by mortals.
The branches are cut off with time as matchet.
Some hold on the first
and lift to stardom,
while others cling on the next to the last
before the gate is opened.
The specially primed, even in their twilight,
return a grip to the last branch
to unveil the Divine crown.
The last branch, a launchpad
that activates a deafening sound of arrival
that sinks the feeble noise of others.
Thumbs up, the greats of later hours.
Grace in high relief
saved the best for the last.
—cmr Sam Okwa