Tag: postaday

Laksa

Spoon
In the left hand
Chopsticks
In the right

Spicy hot
Hot hot
Curry Laksa

Tea with milk
Black black tea
Condensed milk
Sweet Hot
And thick

No matter where I am
There is a road
To take me away from there

And I have taken all of them

Some have called that heartbreaking
Some have called that courageous
I only know what Pascal told me

My nature lies in movement
Complete calm is death

I held you
In my arms
Stroking yours
Skin white and smooth

Like the ghost gums
In the Red Centre
I would come to know
Centuries later

I held you
While you grew cold
Your eyes
Already clouding

My body emptied
Of presence
Hollowed
By your absence

Space to grow
Space to live
Space to explore
Space to stretch out
Space to breathe
Space to be

Making space
For what comes next

I travel through time
Not with feats
Of technology
But as an enterprise
Of imagination

I linger here in times forgotten
Imaginings of men long gone
Who’d quarried stone
And built their homes
In cave and crevice
On cliff side perch

Their loves and lives
All but lost to us
Except for edifices left behind
A story told in rock and refuse
And daytime dreams
Of my construction

I admire the wisdom
Of ancient intelligence
Expressed through atoms
And molecules
Biology and behaviour

Chance and mutation
Viability, adaptation
Until I look back
A hundred million years
At selections long enduring

Sometimes I wonder
Where am I going
Where is this road taking me
How am I going to get past this

I stop
Reconnoitre
Check the maps
Consider my options

Except for some times

Like the moon moves the ocean
Like petals draw the bee
Like dawn wakes the songbird
Your love’s compelling me

Amber gold
Sun wraps the day
In magic hues

A gift to put away
In darkest places
And there stay wrapped

‘Til morning comes