i love it when i sit in the sun
in a life mundane.
and think of you
breakfast, lunch, dinner, breakfast, lunch....
work, home, cooking, trains, roads, walks, work, home,...
coffee, chai,phone,meetings, money, clicks, flicks, flops, coffee, chai...
circles continue like monotone mantras sung for good !
you come around
near my ear, just for a moment or two
i look for your hand
...
are you there?
i am scared now.
monotone mantras have no space for a little dream:
of us standing in front of a giant sculpture
on the face of the blowing wind.
