Life beneath
We wait
in line, solitary, slow,
Not knowing
what we wait for.
It can’t
be the sun or the moon –
They only
keep an eye on the above.
Is anyone
clear on their role?
We follow
lines to know where,
Take to
ground in changing air,
Rats
scurrying for sustenance.
We know
not who we are sometimes
In this
countdown to realisation
Under this
intricate web of streets.
We switch
off to hibernate apart,
Dreaming
of life above, a fairytale
Our parents
read to us as children.
A world
of sun and moon and stars.
We ruminate
in our burrows,
Stare at
this dirt devoid of windows
And wonder.
Wonder how the world flits
Between above
and below without
A blink.
These times, they unravel.
This separation
can only widen
Between the
haves and have nots.
The need
of want can only dilate,
Those on
top can only grow fatter.
Copyright
Vickie Johnstone, July 30, 2020
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