Far

we run away
no one knows where
even to look for us
the television runs on mute
the phone blinks, its endless ringing
changing nothing
the seconds ticking
the endless cooing
of the night breeze, of crickets
right outside the window
a half moon night
tea running cold in the pot
paint, captive in frames, slowly ageing
it is very quiet
like no one is home
this candle flickering night
flames dancing on the walls
some corner of the earth
where blue algae, glows up reefs
glinting off your eyes
no maps, no watch, no compass
no one knows where
even to look for us
we run away

(Penned Nov 28, 2009)