My cells breathe the wind and sunshine
as if they know the reason and rhyme
of life and time
And there are no punctuations and commas
A freeway without traffic lights, or cars
until death’s stars
And this day and night, my senses behold
as I watch passed lives become alive and bold
like heat from cold
I am not a sceptic; I converse with faith
and belief; they live around me, like soulmates,
like exhilarating dates
I am in a room where the walls are brailles
of signs and symbols; a haunting of the past’s musical scales
the compliant wind on sails
Gratitude is the heart of belief; its roots
spiral through my soul’s earth down to my boots
like capillaries enroute
And they know my voice of trust, that worthiness
lies in a soul resolute to form and witness
and carry out business
I am a child of parenting, mentoring from beyond
In that serene education, fears and anxieties abscond
within and without is duty’s bond
And yet, often, there is evil design, like rapining sign
turning my duty into an involuntary poisonous vine
Then, my hide turns into a shell, and I am compelled to be nobody’s child!
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