the silence of night

is chased away

by the sun’s alarm
shoved into a train

in the middle

of shadows that appear

expressionless

I too, tremble as a ray
the mice shake their heads

while the bandicoots speak

conversing

without the need for understanding

like the lunch that had

long gone stale

laid out in front of us

these conversations are just as bland
I patiently await the time when I can rest
Either riding a bicycle on the East Coast tracks

Or waiting in lines outside restaurant entrances

Or watching TV in silence
Only in sleep

through my silent pilgrimages

am I allowed

to put on a façade

to become

a tiger, a dog or a space creature

and in some magical moments

also human