Sunday, March 10, 2013
you do not want to talk,
not to make an eye contact,
morning sun stares straight ahead
and strides past in a tearing hurry,
to put the layers of clouds in place.
things will be so different now
when to stop, when to end,
you walk in a slow pace,
cool breeze in a rush to get started
proposing a prompt answer.
tall trees with narrow leaves
unfurling the dos and don’ts of life,
you feel as if first in, first out,
have the right to go about
to try and resolve the nature puzzle.