Sunday, March 21, 2010

doing nothing

Saturday, March 20, 2010

guilty at having
forgotten to feed
the baby
I realise it's alright
it's just a doll

Friday, March 12, 2010

I have to go soon. I need to fetch an important package that I left behind. Time is getting short. There are people coming. Some of them have already arrived, but I'm still putting it off. It's not far, but the last time I came up that way I walked into a white fog. It was so dense I could barely see the ground. All I could do was force myself to keep putting one foot in front of the other, following my instinct on where the right path was, until I came out of it. The sky is now a bright, clear blue but I have a cold dread of walking into the fog again on that path. I have to go soon.

looking back on it
from a distance
the fog bank
as impenetrable from outside
as from within

Monday, March 01, 2010

as the sky shades
deeper and deeper blue
tiny lights
in the windows
of an incoming plane