He feels he is dragged along

behind the wheel of his life.

Last night he caught himself napping in the mirror

haloed in sleep-white hair.

 

Each morning he must crank up this carcase

and amid a shower of pain

that he fends from a vengeful girdle

get all the bones to connect.

 

But still he will groom

his garden of phone numbers

and sapere aude

a walk-on-water rationality.

 

 

Salmiya

10th May 2007

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