Transitions
Fikri Iskandar
The lull of windy spaces,
assimilating time and
distance into nondescript entities.
Lush with memories and longing, solace taken in
these concrete corners, stale bunks and classrooms
bereft.
Footprints of the rain imprinted and smudged,
like identities
shifting in and out from
sheer remembrance and oblivion,
obsequious to the forces of shallow-moving time,
blurring away whats left behind and beyond..
I see my facsimile lingering around, in naive blithe
silly stares, and faces of sly smirks
sometimes, undaunted by inexplicable changes ahead
that is immutable. By unexamined sentiments amidst
the vagary of the virulent stirring in the backdrop. And you too,
were happy…relishing
in the sheer certainty
of this emphatic friendship.
The rain pours evermore heavier
before it fades away drizzling into a subtle dance
of gentleness we last seen.
Wrinkles and scars we don, for these little moments
that shapes us and of which we fond.
New dawn, new dusk. Shallow goodbyes. Like dandelions, we are
departing,
dispersing,
drifting into purple lands
settling
for a new lease of …
A poem written sometime early this year.
