The Crack
A Poem
Inside the narrowing interspaces
The black slither between the herd think
in Between culture identities
Outside the political Think
Lays the crowded haven
For the oblique herd thinkers
A place bursting with colours
Where sound is pure
And the criteria for membership
Are various shades of monochromatic
Hues of displacement from the herd
In the shadows
Away from the glare of the light
Hidden and unseen
Or overlooked and undermined
Where their true talent is obscured
And the beauty of their voices
Lost in the echoes of time past
Their strength misunderstood
And their brilliance threatening
In the vast littleness of the crack
Where time travels deceptively slowly
And its minds gyrate to a hypnotic music
A captivating melody
Pulsating like the beating of a million hearts
Beating to a tempo out of sync to the herd
The makers of outlier concepts
And bewildering ingenuities
Glimpses of alternate ways
A hidden city within the city
Where people dare
To be stubbornly controversial
Dedicated to Wendy Pye
