So Much Like in This World
My heart is where it’s always been
My head is somewhere in between
--U2, “Even Better Than the Real Thing”
Along the drainage gurgling after rain, I walk in palish dawn light.
The construction site is quiet, apartment houses-to-be are still
Standing columns of reinforcing steel bars with half-filled concrete.
I walk between two compartmentation walls of coated iron sheets,
The future corridors linking barbeques pits, chalets and swimming-pools.
Imagine! I am descending and ascending marble steps between courtyards
Bordering different quarters of concubines and ladies-in-waiting.
I turn as delicately carved corridors turn, incense towers stand alone
Washed in the moonlight that shines through the low-cut windows,
And I have been walking like this as a vampire for many centuries.
What can I understand and attain? If I think, is my mind impeded?
The moon is always found full and bright when one is alone, or vice versa.
The great moonlight is compartmented by temporary walls into a simple maze,
And I walk to take up some of the filled space of light with my body.
March 25, 2008