I GAZE INTO THE SINKING SUN

AND SEEK PEACE IN ITS DYING RAYS.

I COUNT THE YEARS ON MY FACE

AND RETRACE THEIR FURROWS.

I AM THE SLITHERING WORM

ON TARMAC, OUT OF MY ELEMENT.

I WONDER WHERE I CAME FROM,

WHY I CAME AT ALL.

I LONG TO GRASP MY SOUL,

TO SHAKE IT FOR AN ANSWER:

WHO, AND WHY AM I?

10 August 2015