FRAGMENTS OF POETRY
Snatching fragments of poetry
from my unpoetic life.
Reading the story my soul is writing
and not understanding a word.
Caught between the book and the road,
between the art and the lie;
caught like a Monk returning from
a night on the town.
Feeding myself morsels of profundity
from the almanac of minds
and tasting wisdom in small
The freedom we were afraid to lose,
now a burden encumbered by choice
and the realisation that we are going
nowhere but here.