No last look at the fungous wreck
Which cast him here many monsoons ago
In no time, Big Wave sweeps him ashore
He’s read the flotsam books back-to-back
The seasons, the reasons, the nano and the
bio
Conquest and empire – he knows it all
But he does not know where he is
The little legs pattering near his hut
The warm smiles where his food is fired
Even the blithely breathing body in his bed
He does not recognise them any
Next year he will try again
And push out to find his hidden Home
But Big Wave will fling him back
Won’t build a house or town or school
He won’t colonise this place
He’ll try to leave again and again.
Welcome back, Nana
ReplyDeleteI am extremely impressed with your writing skills as well as with the layout on your blog. Is this a paid theme or did you modify it yourself? Anyway keep up the nice quality writing, it’s rare to see a great blog like this one these days..
ReplyDeleteInstrument Shelter; Complete set