stories

Perched amidst a sea of words
my mind slowly comprehends
the incredible minuteness of human experience.
The stories we seek within pages
bound together and images glued along
bear merely a faint resemblance
to reality as it spreads
itself around us all.
There is no majesty in simple
lives, lives led by simple
people, lives of people like
us all. They are tied together by threads
weaved from the same crop, only a few come out
a little coarser than others. And then
it's only our inability to recognise
that breaks apart the uniformity of the world.

waiting for an appointment

Through the clear window
of the clean cafe the passers-by
keep stumbling across
neat pavements by painted
shop fronts -- the mothers
and aunts carrying
children and coffee cups, the restless
few carrying a twitch and
a cigarette for despair.

Within, a pair of old lovers,
comforted by each others' scents
mingling with the smell of coffee grounds,
whisper into the ears of books.