The trees sway.
Their leaves brush.
Under the greyed sky.
The mother swings the racket.
The child hits back.
The wind blows.
Over the green court.
The shuttlecock slows.
Time passes.
Leaves fall.
More leaves fall.
Brown ones mostly.
So lost.
I’m so lost.
I must be bored.
Writing this.
Bored.
Cornered.
Stuck. Immovable.
Can’t get out of the rut.
Once upon a time, there was a boy.
He saw a big blue sky.
Birds flying across it.
Lots of green trees in the horizon.
Waters that seem to glow.
The orange of sun on surfaces.
Fresh air.
Sambal fish, salted fish and curry chicken with potatoes.
Lightnings tearing the night.
Frogs croaking after the rain.
Rain splatters on the zinc roof.
Kerosene lamps drawing on the ceiling.
Then the boy grew up and went to another country to work.
The end.
