Us and Them

Us and Them

 

As dolphins dance, birds sing,

Waters whisper and flowers bloom,

What do they care about us,

Ephemeral mortals?

 

As our men fight, lovers argue,

Rage rises and tears flow,

What do they think about us,

Bickering wastrels?

 

Wind’s caress, oak’s creak,

Salmon’s leap, rainbow’s end.

What can we know about them,

Natural spirits?

Auto-Reverse

AUTO-REVERSE

Music stops.

Mind starts.

Silent, yet more confusing than noise.

Multiple voices scrabble to make themselves heard.

What? How? Why? When? That’s…No. Yes. Mmm.

Fading away as silence really settles.

Distant and growing fainter.

Protected by the fog from unwanted problems,

I sit.

Any happier not knowing?

Music starts.

Mind stops.

Auto-reverse.

City

City

The city, being full, is empty.

Cars, shops, objects, money, buildings, roads, signs.

Horns, fumes, sicklysweetsmells, filth.

Metres, centimetres, millimetres.

Hours, minutes, seconds, fractionsofseconds.

Fractionsoffractionsofseconds.

Fractionsoffractionsoffractionsofseconds.

And the infinite space between.

Full of everything.

Full of nothing.

Empty.