Beckoning to live
LIFE
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.
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