Its post dawn on a
Saturday morning, and I’m sitting on a blue plastic chair; some feet from the
balcony of my apartment
The sky outside is a
vast clear blue on one side with little patches of darker clouds. On the right
side from whence the sun is gradually rising, it’s like an over bleached white
cloth. An estranged black cloud travels upwards, often breaking apart and
forming different shapes, but never losing contact with one another. One sky,
with varying colored clouds
An aeroplane sails
through the blue sky
Leaving behind it a
long, slant, white line
That traces its part
of movement
Its weekend;
everyone have either gone back to sleep or haven’t woken up yet, or just choose
to be silent. It’s getting brighter and only a few houses a lighted. Today is
different from the working days, when everyone is up on their feet as early as
possible. There isn’t the usual clatter of plates and spoons, mothers shouting
at their children, shrieking sounds of the early mat rempits’ tyres on the coal
road. It’s all quite and subtle, and the only sounds are those of the birds
singing in a pleasant tone.
I may not have a sea
view to complete this picture
But, two water views
I’ve got
One from the USM
pond
The other of a wastewater
treatment plant
Both, holding unfriendly water.
The breeze blows gentle: welcome to be sniffed
in. It carries with it a faint aroma of cooked food. The plane line has almost
erased itself completely, the estranged cloud still on its journey, while the
bleached sky is gradually taking over the blue one.
Come noon and the bleached clouds will have
finally transformed
Into clear, white soft cottony clouds,
Borne over the blue sky background
Changing colours as the day pass by from
sunrise to sunset
But by night, they’ll all be a single
black blanket
Just as they were yesterday, prior to
alteration
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