April 5, 2020 @ 5:22 PM



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

take-away meals. 





                                                The freedom we were afraid to lose,

                                                now a burden encumbered by choice

                                                 and the realisation that we are going

                                                              nowhere but here.