Monday, September 10, 2007

Sometimes I wonder if I let myself drift a little too far out. Like when you go for a long walk, then realise that you have to walk the same distance again to reach home.

Friday, September 07, 2007

Unaccustomed lungs gasp for unpolluted air
Body weighed down by millennia of tradition.
Precious stones glint under artificial lights.
Each one reflecting a distorted image.

Pampered skin and then her soft brown hands
Intricately decorated by a red-brown paste.
Bathing herself in the air’s humidity
It’s stifling presence clouding her thoughts.

She belongs to neither this world or that
Never quite fitting the available moulds.
Beads of sweat in the small of her back
Duties performed by feet in agony.

A beautiful language flows past her ears
No detail in the conversation’s light and shade.
Hypnotic music kicks up the dust
As a swarm of colours obediently dance.

Heavy clouds linger to release their load
Onto the patient dry earth and dusty leaves.
The same earth she stands on in her other life
Relieved wet grass gives way to the point of her heels.

Her faded hands mark the end of this journey
As an old life beckons her from across the sea.
The ocean so wide, the two lives rarely meet
Leaving her to be an ambassador of both.