Imagination

I close my eyes

To open my minds,

And see stars

That I hadn’t noticed

In the dark sky-

Those which don’t exist

In the galaxy;

More than one moon

‘Cause light brightens me up

And opens up possibilities-

Endless-

Like an inventor,

Or an explorer-

I wander to places

Which don’t exist -

But are welcoming,

Open to ideas,

I hadn’t thought of

In consciousness,

‘Cause it’s restrictive.

The train window

I look out o’ the window

And see birds flying,

Or may be racing,

For no reason-

None that I know of.

I can’t see their color-

Color makes for good stories;

We don’t romanticize the ugly.

I like their speed,

I like how they dive,

I like watching them take a U-turn-

Wait, were they competing then?

I look out o’ the window,

See the trees whiz past-

Pleasurably enjoying our triumph

They static, we moving,

The leaves nod at me.

I can’t see their faces-

Faces make for good stories;

We don’t attach with lifelessness.

I like their freshness,

I like how they shake,

I like the leaves not leaving the tree-

Wait, did they lose then?

I look out o’ the window,

Watch a group of urchins

Run out of mud huts-

They naked, our dresses branded;

They wave at me.

I can’t see their wealth-

Wealth makes for good stories;

We find poverty unattractive.

I like their energy,

I like how they swerve,

I like them sticking to a group-

Wait, are they poor then?

Slow Down

I want to slow down

To the pace of earth,

Spinning incessantly-

Yet still to us.

I want to slow down

From the city hubbub,

Roaring blatantly-

Like there’s no peace.

I want to slow down

To the jingle of a trinket

On a carefree maiden,

Lost in worldly chaos.

I want to slow down

From the career choices,

Which blind my focus-

Deaf to inner voices.

I want to slow down

To the pace of the river,

Gently carrying history

Despite her might.

I want to slow down

To my heartbeats,

Which keep me going

Without me knowing.

I want to slow down,

Cherish the memories,

Reflect on the need

For slowing down.