here now.

would i rather drown in cement
than be left to walk away
or blown by the winds
i can feel;
i cannot see –
“which would you rather be?”

“but we’re here now.”

have i set my roots
in the watered soil
or the muddy landslide
of insolent brouhaha;
perk your ears and not your mind –
“what would you rather find?”

“but we’re here now.”

are you done travelling?
the plane has landed,
but i don’t see your luggage on the travelator.
i know you’re somewhere there;

“i find myself fading faster, stuck to my seat, i don’t want to leave”

but we’re here now.

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