A poem by Romeo Oriogun

from issue 93

ALL WINTER I HAD NO LOVE

though there was the frozen lake
I walked around three times every day
like a faithful pilgrim who has stumbled
upon a saint’s grave and in that shock
of worship was unable to let go. All day
I thought of prayers and then discarded
them. I wrote poems about snowflakes
falling like little white birds into their death.
The world, itself, w…