I spent days figuring how to get out of this nest,
Along came an entity picking my fruitful youth,
Demonstrating paths of mesmerizing adventure,
Falling into another nest; distinct and foreign.
Flying over cliffs as if angels through the clouds,
Telling of things with black and white affinities,
And after long admiration they appeared distant,
Dwelling next to tall clueless farmer’s cannabis.
After night’s time was edible and a few yelps,
I gazed onto the sails, the beaches, the wells,
Remoteness allured the entity, though, in vain,
And I stood beside it cheerfully attending to care.
Saturday, 9th of April 2011