I cannot milk what is found here
A difference to the normalcy
From my place, my air, my time.
What to be if something different?
I will know instinctually
How to tell the time by the tides
That wax and wane so rhythmically
As if in sync with a beating heart
This is the heart, and it is bold
Bigger than Phar Lap’s
With a strong outer shell
– holding its memories inside.
I am awake, though my
Eyes are closed.
I am deaf, dumb and blind
I am unknown
I am undeserved
I am nothing more than a molecule
A tiny specimen,
Foreign to this fauna.
I latch on, but the teat is dry.
© Giorge Thomas