When I think of you
When I think of you, I think of the needlessness
of such thoughts too. Because it is as simple as
who but you that’s saved in my mind’s memory bytes.
When I think , I think of the cliff by the ocean
flat and vast at the top and wonder why the shrine
sitting at its foot didn’t choose its crest as its spot.
And I also think of the super duper timer
in the sleeping passenger’s brain that never fail
to wake him when it is time to get off the rail.
And the stupidity of the same brain that makes
him race and jump on to the first bus he sights
that has just started to move and move too fast
leaving him dangling from its handle bars as feet
failed to touch footboard so close but so out of sync…