Friday, 1 October 2010

Poem a day, 31: October 1st 2010

Yo. It’s hard to stay high in these troubled old times when people in the street are so polarised. Some people see signs in sunrise and rainbows, some people see aeons of slow change in birds’ flight. Remember this question from playground philosophy: how do we know that the red you see is the red I see? When I say tomAto, you say there’s an answer to prayers. When I say tomáto, you say that nobody’s there. And I just want to love, and wait, and make up my own mind, but I’m standing on the fault line between continents drifting apart. To stand my ground I must learn how to fly.   

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