“Gunshots…”

Almost finished today’s crossword, coconut scraping in the background as people prepare their evening meals.

What am I having for dinner?No sound of scraping can be heard coming from my place. Some fruit I guess. Pawpaw, pineapple and banana.

People wandering home from work,
birds singing, insects biting.

“Sim” lies in front of me. Skinny but content.
He nods off now and again, the insects bite him too and keep him awake.
On the nod like.

Here comes uncle “Hae”…  arrangements made for tomorrow.
The best is yet to come.
If this doesn’t make any sense, it’s not meant to.

Change is inevitable.
Progress is man’s attempt at guiding change.
History repeats itself, the lessons difficult ones.
Peace will come – as it always does….   but when?

I hear a gunshot, and another!!
It’s like that round here. Gunshots that is.
Tonight from direction Tent Siti, tomorrow from somewhere else.
Violence, always somewhere.

The moment!

Only this moment!!

But not forever…

To let lose with the writing, to let lose with with the thoughts.
Censorship in action.
Other people will read this.
Always secrets.

Feelgoods.

Pleasure.

Pain.

Again and again !

Merry-go round.

Now!!

Let’s sum up!  (In a hurry please).
The final verse.
The poet within has emerged.

Dribble…  dribble…  dribble…