Sunday, February 06, 2005

 

A Poem for a Saturday

The sea being an
eternal reminder
of our mortality carried
me over the threshold

the threshold being the
lowest form of barrier
between sadness
and drabnness

and freedom being the
most stunning form
of adversity

and free verse being the
lowest form of expression

and a night in a hotel being
more than a lifetime
under the sea.

I don't miss that big eyebrow-ed
childhood because
i am now
its dreams

dreams being endings
and the sea being
my beginning

and all of us being the
washing machine.



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