Rizowana Hussaini

Dog Ears

Hot latte in hands,
Warmth seeping through fingers,
Savouring the taste – Apple pie.
Airport stories
Clamouring around
A single coffee table:
A coffee table of memories.
Sifting through the leaves,
Chance upon the dog-eared pages
Of a well-worn thought pocket.
Lavender breeze turns the pages
One by one
And the dog ears float in front of me.
Images, words and silences
Twist, turn and intermingle
Into shadows, and white spots.
Teardrops and smiles
Of vainglorious childhood
Closeted in a fantastical cloud.
Unaware.
Unaware.
Unaware.