A Stream of Consciousness
in the city of Dublin
the seagulls cry out their desire
to fly back to the open sea
hearing them I think of my space
reduced to the one-way sky
a stranger tells me
*priveste imaginea de ansamblu
I wonder how could I
every second shrinks my shadow
ironically I sip my English tea
when you awkward stubborn sun
make my field hurry towards a late green
I can’t swim against the stream
but unaware of a deadline yet
I linger on the streets of my poems
* priveste imaginea de ansamblu
*to look at the large picture
Copyright © Mirela Balan | Year Posted 2012
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