The land is a book waiting to be read
but if it’s not read is it still a book,
or without us will it collapse
into leaves that blow away?
even if it’s not read it’s still a book.
it’s a stupid question of course, the world!
leave then, blow away
beyond my ken.
it’s a stupid question: of course the world
won’t disappear the moment,
beyond our ken,
we turn our backs.
don’t disappear (the moment
goes on) – dogs eat dogs, birds eat bugs, snakes &c.
we turn back
but already busy, our own lives
go on – dogs, birds, bugs, snakes &c.
it’s 5am and your taxi’s here
already busy with your own life.
I can hear the Iraqi beats
…………………………………………fading down the street.
Image: Lollemy Art Photography c/- Pixabay. A pantoum is a poetic form (sigh) where the 2nd & 4th lines of one stanza become the 1st and 3rd of the next. And here’s some Iraqi dance music for your next early morning taxi ride to the airport.
One thought on “Saying goodbye at 5am”
That little dancing baby has always unnerved me. I like the music though.