sitting
rivers of Singapore life
flow around me
over me
forever drowning in noise
clatter of plates
rumbling traffic
the discordant wailing of ringtones
diaspora
cultures, colours, faiths
streaming together
oil on water
you stare
‘ang moh,’ you mutter
red haired devil
am I?
alone
you don’t like
to share my table
or sit by me on the bus
and yet
like water on the mountaintop
ever seeking the sea
with gentle persistence we live together
still waters of humanity run deep
Dec 20, 2010
Dec 20, 2010 at 2:42 AM UTC
sitting
rivers of Singapore life
flow around me
over me
forever drowning in noise
clatter of plates
rumbling traffic
the discordant wailing of ringtones
diaspora
cultures, colours, faiths
streaming together
oil on water
you stare
‘ang moh,’ you mutter
red haired devil
am I?
alone
you don’t like
to share my table
or sit by me on the bus
and yet
like water on the mountaintop
ever seeking the sea
with gentle persistence we live together
still waters of humanity run deep
(An iPhone poem, written in a hawker stall, hot kopi to hand)
©Jacqueline Le Sueur 2010 All Rights Reserved
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