Coming

Watch how you slip Into a strange poise Coming from a trip As echoes voice The old mirror Catches your body As ancient shadows Shade old memory The house looks glad Somewhat alone here Yet curiously sad From loitering tears More than enough Stray old voices float Familiar enough Floating in a moat So you wander Through vacant old rooms Sounds of faint laughter Caress the odd gloom Now comes wonder Curious queasy tact Thoughts spice plunder Memories extract Watch for the change As heart finds new curls Meet textures most strange In timely unfurl Going away Sense a homecoming In vibrant stray Stand still yet moving Leon Enriquez 25 May 2017 Singapore