Hanging on to harmony
Ironic, how this Iconic text stings
the audio reading of Sapiens
magnifying complications
stripping needs and wants
I switch sentience on
to the larking lorikeets
to the passing passeggiata *
of hellos rambling around
us, the disabled and abled
awkward on a playground beam
seesawing chance and destiny
in a renascent neighbourhood
I merge in with universality
looking for mirror neurons
ourselves in each of my cells
shifting and stretching across
to you, furred and webbed residers
taking a breather from humanity
unhiding from gullies, reefs, hollows
wearily, warily testing inauthentic friends
I hang onto harmony
as if we are sliding this way
as if it’s a temporary life raft
humming harmony in my head.
*passeggiata: Italian word for a stroll, walk
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