1Peace – With a Twist 240203
Balmy touch of wind
A silent song
Suburban Singapore is quiet
Save for the occasional bus
The fighter planes overhead
The occasional noisy motorbike
Singapore in the suburbs
At half-past four
The lazy waning afternoon
Slips me into a state of dreams
Not waking, not sleeping
My pen moves across the paper
Balanced on my file
Balanced on my knee
Myself balanced on a low dividing wall
Down at the void deck
It seems almost unreal
The solitude
The quiet
Starfruit trees swaying in the breeze
Pink flowers scattered near their roots
Not yet the later scattering
Of ripe and rotting fruit
And I sit and wait
An accidental poet
This might be romantic
If it wasn't already ridiculous
I'm here because
I forgot my house key.