Explain to Me

Written by: farah chamma

Upon these half-empty seats
And coffee-warmed retreats 
Where morning birds chirp
And smaller ones tweet
Like the mere shadow floating
‘Neath my two own feet
I float in this inconceivable time,
In poetic-like conceits…

Oh! How quickly I have grown
Within myself I observe, as if 
Jotting these observations upon
Third-person narrated sheets
I comprehend not even this rhyme
Abstractly absorbed into a world 
I cannot deem concrete
Explain to me what it means to be
Layered by this raw flesh and meat

How do I begin to fathom the tacit meanings
Of the world’s happenings and feats?
Not so long ago a child
Now awaiting the moments 
When it is time for youth to fleet
Recollection like these changing seasons
Of fallen leaves and sleet 
Time like the turning of pages
Of these memory-filled sheets
I sometimes feel liberated 
From all these earthly deceits…

Explain to me what it means to be
Layered by this raw flesh and meat