Signs of life

After all these years you still don’t know
how to live, just like every night you
seem to have forgotten how to fall asleep.

It feels indeed like falling
into the arms of the unknown
that you should have been familiar with by now.

Still, on the first day of spring
you dip your toes in soft sand
like a child’s finger in chocolate spread

rolling up your sleeves, exposing as much brittle winter skin
as possible, turning your face to the sun
as if to say I’m ready, just bring it on.

The warmth however soon becomes so obvious
that you find yourself behind glass too often
engrossed in work, fake news and pseudo-life
letting the day pass by

reading e-mails without attachment
saying ‘see attachment’.

(c) Leen Raats

This poem was first publised by Writenowlit from Nigeria.