Daily Verifications

 

The soon-to-be ancestors

Of the masked generation

Tying,

Untying

The elastic loops every day,

Hearing the numbers

Increasing each day,

Sighing in despair

For the dear lives lost-

Find relief

in another day survived. 

 

Our Youth

 

Who ruined our youth,

Telling us to hope

For the daffodils to bloom in winter,

The mapels to fall in summer?

 

Watching each slow dusk

Signalling,

Another day abandoned-

We slowly devoured

Twenty-two summers

Twenty-two winters.

 

Oh, yet how sweet they tasted

With gulps of raindrops

And thunderbolts for desserts,

Sprinkled with snowflakes!

 

The closest I felt to the horizon

 

Drowned,

Knee deep

In a pool of mud,

Sticky and stagnant

Black thick chocolate,

Hands in air

The coolest ocean breeze,

Fingers trembling like half-dead fish

Gasping for breath

To refill the lungs,

I felt the closest

To the horizon

That blurred my sight.