From the bowl it eyes People bloated by the glass, Fingers drop in worms. I look at the sky And wonder if right now I Am in a fishbowl. The goldfish and me, Are we in a larger pond? Is our earth a speck? Does our universe Adorn a tiny corner Of someone’s big world?
I have walked Chained to the ground, Searching for a moment To swim out of the earth, And somersault into the sky. I have run Floating above grass and stone, Rushing past snoring nights, In the company of bats and stars, Guided by my restless eye. I have flown, Mesmerised by a cloud; Unmindful Of … Continue reading Transitions
The stars watch lazily from the sky While the clock speeds away, Moments slipping through my fingers Remind me this night too will fade. The spade waits to be picked again While I rest on the dewy grass. Get up son, it seems to say, Morning will gallop in, in a few hours. Wait, O … Continue reading Wait
Today as I walked out through the door, The city ebbed away from me And my feet yearned for home. So while the train snaked its way, A part of me broke free from myself, Swam back home, kicked off its shoes, And settled itself in a corner, Safe in the warmth of my mother’s … Continue reading Homesick