Saping village

on reaching Saping,

collapsed space

gently floating,

cold and moist,

in a spreading moment,

pines and intertwines

of old unripe earth lines

borne from stepping feet

going about doing

their business

Forever,

we be in motion, only in search for sightings of stillness,

only to know that one could not do with the other;

So then, we learn from rainbows how to grow 

to keep still

when bound by droplets that move

© 2020 Marie & Amal