The Migrants

 
The stomping, Oh! the stomping
Somebody stop it!
Like a never-ending punishment
They walk all over me
They march, they tread, they trudge
Not alone but in drones
My potholes don’t scare them
My signals don’t stop them
My crossroads don’t confuse them
They walk
With mulish determination
They just keep walking
 
I stare up at the blinding sun
It must be noon
His mocking glare is high on display
He seems annoyed, angry even
It is summer
His time to shine
Also burn
But these marchers don’t show him respect
They walk with baggage
They walk with young ones
They walk with sheer lunacy
They just keep walking
 
It’s a war I am forced to be a part of
They walk
The sun burns
They wipe their brow
Shield their head
But they just keep walking
 
The sun is losing
Losing his cool too
Like me
I am tired
Get off my back
It hurts
Take your party someplace else
I can bear your weight no longer
 
But no, who are they to care?
What a selfish world have we come to?

In the moment

 

Each moment, a betrayer

I want to hold on and poof!

Gone, just like the previous one

Now all that remains

Are stale smiles

Remembering them

I hope someday

I can open my heart

And laugh a real laugh

In the moment

Stardust

the consciousness lazes

watching the apparition become

a reality that it isn't

time to dust off

the rusted perceptions

it once created

the stardust twinkles

teasing it

to dream again

Musings #1

At times nothing is enough

At times nothing matters

All other times

I fall in love again! 

Haiku #6

a piece of night
a garnish of light
the moon takes a delicious nap

Haiku #5

a breeze dances
soothing and mending
i am fearless again

Haiku #4

the view muddles
moist eyes seek the rain
everything a wet blur