Saturday, November 2, 2013

When we talk

History happens every day
and when we talk, every moment.
Peering down the throats
of mighty anecdotes
We remember the times
And narrate it like griots
We play the see-saw game
of the hee-haw.
The pulse of an electric smile
is felt in the air
We could break off into
unknown physics here
But history
it keeps happening
when we talk
and the thrill
is of the future. 

1 comment:

Marvis said...

Has been a pleasure to read your musings.

From an old friend and hostel-mate.