Village Poetics

In this village

of loneliness

we ask ourselves

pointless questions

we query the wind

as it mocks

our languid gestures

our half-hearted efforts

at building for those who

surely will come after us

We look deep and beyond

In this village of tiny dreams

and even smaller aspirations

It is only hope that moves

the sun hits hard

We grope for meaningful sounds

and signs in the bustle

of jostling interests