On my straw-like comfort,
With smudges just beneath the lids.
Dawn engulfing, still going forth
While the wind’s strength dwindles in its bid.
My ears muffled up to its opening
As musical sensations tingle it.
Same it did from a kit, note after note
So it played, from the plucked to the struck.
In a bus…
On a trip in a bus I was.
Few things I couldn’t tell, but on the drive
I could see the window and all the window could see.
The breakers did make the bus gallop,
Though not as much as it did the fellow beside me.
Of a rare kind he was,
For my eyes beheld the skies
Only to steal a glimpse of his face.
Dark skinned with celeb-like looks.
On Him a suit; yes a pair!
Knitted on Him as though from infancy.
As dark as His covering He was,
So the tux and bow-tie but white was His shirt.
Little wonder! So much of it I had.
Newspapers, I bore with both hands
With my thigh aiding in the raise.
Many headlines; so many paper names,
From the Times to the Dailies,
Unto everyone a glaring caption
Penciled only to steal the eye’s attention.
The kit’s cause, I couldn’t hear him ask
For a snappy glance at my bunch.
Fiddling the leaves after a first refusal;
Flip after flip He spoke, then came a wag.
Still in the trance but lost to His words
As on the bed played it still, and to my ears it tightly did fit.
I felt the slow drain down both cheeks,
While my lids smelted the visions to little drippings.
His lips told me of the secrets He tells
Yet my ears couldn’t steal the words
For my eyes were the only thieves.
And as they took little of what they could,
They clenched to clear the incessant collection
And blinked as they should.
Finally He got to His stop and descended the flight
While I trudged after raggedly, hoisting the bunch.
Sniffing, sobbing, hoping for a last audible spew.
Suddenly He turned,
And so it was that the tiles all found their fitting.
“All you need you already have,
Just let me do the leading”.