like a friendwho promises many a timeto calland thensimply drops out of sightafter an age…
stumbling in the darktried to get my footinto what I realised laterwas a handkerchief
next stopthe balconywith its clotheslinekid all of a year and some, next doorcalled out…
there are timeswhen someone fasterlaps methere are timeswhen I crosssomeone slower
evening walkcouple spottedwalking along sidespeaking on phoneswondered whetherSimon & Garfunkelwould writea modern day version…
morning walksans headphonesand musicdisconcertingonly my own thoughtsfor company
i walkpast the truckdelivering vegetablesan analogue playthat still holds onthey are just aboutdone for the day
i mute the alarmbuzzing on my wristbrush asidethoughts in my head, goingits cozy hereraining outsidemoss on the groundstart…
saying a silent helloto the milkmanthe breadwallahthe kid delivering newspapersall heraldingthe dawn of a new day
When a mundane activity can be so cathartic.