West Trade Review: "A Mirror for Therapy and Nightingale" by I Echo

I Echo

I Echo (a pseudonym) is a Ghanaian-Nigerian writer on a neverending search of self. He is confident in one thing: He would like to explore the world, realise new cultures, create new conversations and hopefully save the world by saving himself. Some of his works have appeared or are forthcoming in Lost Balloon, The Shallow Tales Review and elsewhere. He tweets as @‌AyeEcho

A Mirror for Therapy and Nightingale

there is no simile for nightingale.

nothing will fit. dress it in bonds and see

the passerine bird is not the gem song.

in a trotro, i become many things.

passenger mining. for laughter. a smile.

from somber mates. they say yes. transport fare.

i say yes. find me varied lip for yes.

the big bus trembles to the rugged road.

the sun stares all might to this. clear. we laugh.

midnight lamp spy. i listen in on the trials

of a dying animal. a country.

dogtrot heart. breaking. for joy, i report

in poem. punctilio. we pass the border

of a man filling highway holes. tattered

tar and gravel. with clay. it must take more

than will to dig earth. to fill earth. driver

drops coin on earth. song. the man picks. i think:

therapy is nothing but song.

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