an airport

sitting waiting stirring

in my chair

reading poetry

by some girl

I don’t know

maybe

I do know

maybe

mimicking

friendly mocking

of young, wise words

living contradiction

maybe dying

I hope not

 

such a life to be felt so deeply.

there is no other way to have it,

is there?

a day is a year

a tree is a deity

I agree.

 

but sometimes I like to think

that a tree is a tree

a day is 24 hours exactly

and life is less punching

and more standing in a long line

waiting for something

that we don’t know

we can’t know

simple as that

simple as a boy chasing a girl

simple as a girl chasing a boy