take a picture
make a flower
wake a dog
chant a rhyme
plant a tree
grant a wish
smell a breeze
repel a weed
tell a tale
steam a meal
esteem a field
dream a cloud
create a thing
rate a herb
bait a herring
take a picture
make a flower
wake a dog
chant a rhyme
plant a tree
grant a wish
smell a breeze
repel a weed
tell a tale
steam a meal
esteem a field
dream a cloud
create a thing
rate a herb
bait a herring
a glass
full of lush grass green
tasting delicious
— celery juice
bitter sweet
with a touch of cinnamon
amber coloured
— apple juice
looking for stars
finding voids
taking a break
working even harder
grasping for straws
touching nothing
trying to concentrate
getting distracted
starting to write
losing focus
delaying to another day
hoping for a better outcome
they’re out there to get us
they hunt us
they stalk us like prey
lurking behind every counter
waiting for us, waiting that we make a mistake
watching every step we take
coming to life at the slightest sign of weakness
roaring, pursuing us like the wild animals we are to them
to be hunted, to be herded into cages, for our own protection they say
until we do it ourselves and huddle up in our homes
of fear to go out there
to encounter more of them
they’re everywhere
defining our landscapes, using our spaces, devouring our resources
and we?
we encourage and enable them to do what they want
we watch them day in day out destroying our environment, our livelihood, our means to survive
until the day we go out there and stand up together for our shared future, take back what is ours, reclaim our spaces and start living, being free again
Yes, I’m talking about cars.
clap clap
thump thump
swish swish
strum strum
hands in the air
feet on the ground
bodies twirling
instruments playing
hearing the laughter
feeling the enjoyment
everyone's joining
to celebrate life
counting the minutes
waiting for the bus
counting the pages
reading during transfer
counting the steps
taking the stairs
more reading
more stairs
more transfers
when did I lose count?
around 500?
around 1000?
obviously I don't care any more
obviously I know the way by heart now
obviously I am on autopilot
a prickling sensation
like tiny insects
crawling through the veins
stretching legs
flapping wings
whipping the tail
shaking of the tension
making the insects go away
feeling the need to rest
lying down
curling up
taking a nap
at the faintest sound
ready to freeze
at the tiniest glimpse
ready to run
at the slightest touch
ready to fight
every fiber in the body
prepared for survival
ready all the time
prepared for every occasion
still building up the tautness
still tightening more and more
never feeling any of the tension
never sensing the strain
until the tiny cracks appear
and the muscles tear apart
a burning sensation
a lack of strength
everything tumbling down
everything breaking apart
no energy left
just endless rest
burning hot
driving tears into my eyes
enjoying dinner
— elbow pasta with arrabbiata sauce
meaty sauce
rich in tomatoes
freshly cooked
— fusilli pasta with bolognese sauce
too bright
too dim
too loud
too noisy
too pungent
too fragrant
too bland
too savory
too hot
too cold
too tight
too loose
too crowded
too cramped
too much sensory input
every day