He does not know

He glances. The Swatch shows 7.15. He sits smartly at the armchair. He ponders, the obscure silence occasionally broken by shuffling noises from the family busy dressing up. Ponder upon what? It too baffles him. He seems to have everything, everything but satisfaction. No. He is satisfied, he thinks. Then what is it? He does not know…

~

He glances. The Swatch shows 7.30. He sits smartly in the car, on the way to dinner. He should be happy. It is Saturday night. And more too. But no. As the car weaves around town, the outside is a blur to his perplexed mind.

~

He glances. He has arrived. The car door opens, he steps into reality. He hopes they will not sense the ingenuity. He does not know. He does not want to know. Or does he? That too poses a conundrum.

Hope again

Losing trust,
Uncertainty reigns.
Crossroads past,
Potholes quite a pain.
...
Skim the crust,
Not a smooth terrain.
With some trust,
Overcome this pain.

29th March 2006