Eureka Poem by Kenneth Umunna

</>Hiding behind the curtain
The sureness of my find uncertain
Not willing to spread my news
Lest the burst be my fuse

The air around says a lot
About my find and my thought
The air tells a lot of just you
My thought says I have found you

Many times it finds me
And I discard it like pee
All that glitters never gold
So I never make a stronghold

Eureka I say with a scream
You sooth my pain like a cream
You, I have found and will keep
My thoughts of others will be in the deep