sitting down a small stool
staring at the damped pavement
watching the dogs sleep
watching the cockroaches fly
It is already midnight
my mind is still at flight
i tried to close my eyes
and make my brain travel
the path of relaxation
Still I cant concentrate
was it fear?
Fear of the rude roaches?
or fear of the loco dogs?
I guess all that is bugging me
is the thought that someone unseen
is watching me, talking to me,
but the deafening stillness
of the night
shield the voice that speaks…
Would I be contented of knowing
yet not hearing
would i be happy of feeling
yet not seeing
I guess I’ll just watch the dogs
snore..
and the cockroaches perform
aerial acrobats
and let be the
whispers of the night….