a woman is leaving for
singapore
back there to resume her
work as
nanny
late hours again before
she sleeps
she waits for her flight
at dawn
outside the glass wall that separates her
from the country
there are no more people
the atmosphere is that of a dormitory during after a semester break
she opens her i-phone
and watches
her hand with a cotton wiping her baby's mouth
spilling milk from her nipple
These are poetic experiments. Man's quest for the poetic element never ceases. He is always caught in the eye of awe. He does not make the rules now. The rules change depending on the emotion that time and space feed him. He must see everything with his wide eyes gaping. The beginning of poetry too, like philosophy is wonder. Look and see. Do not stop wondering You are the poet. And everything is poetry. Wonder. Wander.
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