Wednesday, 25 April 2012


Uncertainty isn't such a bad home
Beckoning to live
Recognise this moment
This barely-there breath
And the syllable it brings forth.

Transition is better than an airport lounge
You get to have your own home
Your very own view
At least for a while.
You rent a space in yet another city
Which lets you be
And may just shape your heart

As for the aching shoulders and long lists
Those too are temporary
Easily ameliorated
By a bowl of steaming pho
And its lasting flavour in your veins
Its textural memory forever yours
To keep and to give away
In your next breathful sentence
That befriends Uncertainty.