Two young fishermen with new. rods
Eager to find answer to the test:
Do fish come with the tide?

Two young fishermen with new. rods
Eager to find answer to the test:
Do fish come with the tide?

“I am getting old,” the grandma said.
Her thumb reaching the text
Trying photos on Facebook.
“Your mind will be sharper, grandma,” they said.
They sit beside her on her birthday.
And will hug each other goodbye.
The young teaches the old
Reverses the role of life
And I, doing a selfie.
The students, pale and abstract,
their faces peer hours over the text
backpacks and tired eyes fill the sunset
from library to the dorm
a walk in heavy and humid air
waiting for the Siberian breeze
to sweep the plains.
The pub is a hive of polyphony-
uncertainties in relationship, assumptions
and why one team triumphs and others are left
behind drawn in overflowing mugs.
When was the last time they look
at cattle grazing?
Or heard a bird singing?
Things have changed and others have not
In days of old, a village honored the elders,
relied on almanac and stars.
A new dawn, arrived children of technology
“clutching eagerly the hours,” patience
may enter late and brush aside.
Who will learn one rule of life
that obedience kneels besides humility?
A grain of sand is a vast space
and we don’t know it.