The Long White Wall

The Long White Wall


Another early morning gift, from above
The steady sun climbs up the cold long white wall, assured in its ascent


Dancing its shadows between the grateful sparrow’s spindle legs
That bob between their breakfast of boiled rice
Thrown onto the asbestos roof, hunched in clutches like kids snowballs



Quiet as sleep, except for a distant barking dog reaffirming its territory
This is the time I wait for the kettle to boil
Submerging the drowning tea bag that surfaces for air, its sepia stain
As pale as Irish bog tainted rain, swirls clockwise


The bald-headed sun now sits on top of the long white warming wall
Defiant, smiling down as a peeping ‘Kilroy wuz here ‘ linear cartoon





Harry Mills
Boracay Philippines : 26th August 2012
From : Departure Lounge