Sikiliza

Night sounds Dripping taps Barking dogs The trees bowing at every Wind’s presence. Night birds fleeting flapping wings playfully Lone car engines dash past Tick-tock tick-tock tick-tock goes the clock My breath in–out in-out in-out ; pause; a sudden yawn…. Eyes close mutely… Day Sounds Light streams in raucously Sudden amplified movements and rustles as if on cue Burst of loud long song of the day birds The road grows a new life car after car after car The clock takes a back seat ticking away dependably Music, word or thoughts leave our minds  Borne through our tongues, frowns and body speak Taking over day; carrying up the lamp of light letting us see, hear, speak, touch.

Thoughts to words to smiles or hurts The things we think or do or say The things we feel or hear or play Truth shrouded with cloaks of all kinds Feelings and thoughts are fragments Of an undone jigsaw puzzle. How many of us have the presence of mind To put into place each and every piece To fit and fix hearts and souls In the right space? How long should it take to complete? When does on give in to defeat? Why must we always tear it down once all the pieces are in place?