My eyes have been too careless there
To seek the undefined
I'll see and feel the fleeting stare
Of life's nonrhythmic rhyme
Quick, too quick is one single blink
A second is a pause
- And then too quick my feet do sink
Into those hollow jaws
Then yet I'm found on carpet ground
My toes touch friendly firm
Surprise is when I have not drowned
Regret - if I've not learned.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
|no food. no birds.|
|between the lines.|
|don't step on the cracks.|
|three old friends.|
One of the moments which had impacted me the most was when I spotted a discarded Plan B box atop of a bush in front of the fence of a neighbour's house. This moment felt to me an ironic metaphor of how I tend perceive the world in my most pessimistic moods. I wondered about the woman who had bought the box and used the contents inside. I wondered if she was panicked or if she had taken it calmly as if it were just another pill for another headache. I wondered if she was doing well and prayed that she was happy, or, if not, I prayed that she was at least on her way to a path of joy and love.
Though I felt melancholic, I walked along with a still peace in my heart and hope in my soul. While the season is empty now, much more will be brought forth in the coming weeks.