FLOW

One night in the tropics
I went out for a walk
With a determined stride
And eager gait.
I knew I was searching
And where I should go.
The sand glinted white in the moonlight
And birds protested the darkness,
And I continued searching.
What was I looking for?
Something sweet or salty?
Something spicy or just hot?
I grew anxious as the search continued.
My head throbbed;
My arms and legs were heavy as if weighted;
My limbs were useless
As I drowned in thick liquid air.

Suddenly, with clarity,
I realise my vanity...
And nothing here can satisfy me,
Nothing here ever will
Because I am searching for you.

Sometimes day-to-day
Seems stranger than my dreams,
And mundane tasks
Grow into something obscene
That I cannot grasp or hold on to...
So these days
I wait to be satisfied
And patiently carve out my life.

Tamyka Bell
26 August, 2004


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