A multitude of sweat
glistening and
raining down on the ground
mixed with several
sparkling drops of blood
that seemingly diffuses
through the stones.
Stepping on stones
that cut through open skin
what ever happened to the boots
or to the shirt so drenched in sweat.
Fatigues they call it,
and it is fatigue it induces on its wearer.
The waves of lalang that flows and ebbs
like the tide
except to conceal
a movement within
like seek and hide.
On damp ground they lie
shivering as the beads of sweat cools
and the fatigues get wet
like sleeping in the rain
only to wake up and find it is winter.
What ever happened to spring?
And so we trudge on
to a rendezvous we know not where
to a place that's 'somewhere there'
and a gesture in the general direction
under the dim flare of red.
The gentle and calming fragrance of jasmine
like a soothing massage
that brings temporal relief to
the body mind and soul.
The sun breaks out of the darkness
and a new day begins.
Fast by the hour
yet a crawl, by the minute.
