23/05/09

Another day slopes ahead,
Beckoned by a zealous wind
eager for some long-awaited date.
At it, branches grapple,
feebly slow the air,
the excited child
chasing butterflies -
an inconsequential prize
that simply shimmers away
again,
and optimism resumes without reward.

The sky's surface skimmed by clouds,
weary parents wrist-dragged
by their tireless child,
Hostages angry or hapless
bristles no concern,
Propelled by the promise
that nothing will change either way;
Blissed by the knowledge
that a life lived full
is trophyless,
Unatrophied by amoebic endpoints
that know only to divide.