44) Rigidity

44) Rigidity
Divided strictly
From twenty four hours,
A day or night,

A category, either
Citizen or alien,

A gender, either
Male or female,

A status, either
Successful or failure,

A life, either
Death or an unknown,

A judgement, either
Right or wrong,

A state of mind, either
Crazy or sane,

A prison, invisible
Real or illusory…

43) Ride

There’s a road,
You are a woman and I a man,
Let’s ride without a map;
If love doesn’t blossom on the way
In the nearest town, let’s part.
The world’s wild and
We are still young.

Missed chances and regrets
Catch up fast,
In the highway of life,
Let’s not stop.

When you see the withered,
Old hitchhikers thumb,
Sit down on the dusty mud;
Write letters about past
And watch the new ones whiz by,
Smile contemptuously, if anyone stops,
Your best trip is yet to begin, but alone.

42) Return

42) Return
A protruding step
Made me fall,
Inside my school.

I walked away
Dusting my pants,
But leaving
Misshapen designs,
Printed on the mud.

On its long corridors,
Uniformly built,
On yawning arches,
I ran my fingers over
Felt cold stone
And scratches.

Pieces of papers, floated,
Murky desks, darkened,
A broken pencil
On the floor, rolled.

In my hand the last
Page of notebook,
Fluttered toward the
Trail of pages;
His friends.

Crumpling the impulse to turn,
Walked ahead with new hope,
To detect signs of life,
At least here
In it’s abandoned loneliness;

Outside the gate,
Doorkeeper trees,
Waved to me again.