MILKING

© Giorge Thomas
© Giorge Thomas

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

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