She hears the rain patter like
No tomorrow and she sees
The blooms of hibiscuses, as yellow as a big canary
On a children’s TV show.
She smells the aroma of a cup of tea
And sips the ginger tea to ward off a bout of flu.
And she looks at the blue bird in the garden,
A kingfisher on a bending branch,
And wishes for the scrupulous eye to see through
The surface of water, to taste her bounty,
Swimming with no care in the world.
And all she wants is to remind herself
To feel for a fleeting eternity, the purchase
Of a lifeform that clings onto her,
Like a pair of lips, gripping another,
Squirming in sheer delirium.
