Between worlds
Worlds of sorrow
tears, pain, helpless clenching, unclenching.
whirling, spinning out of control
as small voices get loudly violent
and say it’s best to let go. End. Put final full stops.
Worlds of daily bread
giving daily share of tasks, semblances
of one’s presence in written…
indulgences, gifts, comfort. Fitful forgetfulness.
Saying its ok, just hang in there,
what’s your problem, you fool?
Worlds of joy,
flit in and ripple down deserts,
soothe bruised souls reeling in memories
and wistfully smile at wet cheeks.
‘I fit nowhere in the two worlds’, he says.
But somehow keeps it running
On wisps of feathery hope and warm golden rays
trying so hard to clutch. Capture what is not yours to keep.
