Nothing Big.

 

You do not hit the corners

Of my seclusion

You do not open up

The gates to floods

You come across as if

Another link is broken

In the chain of every day.

No this is nothing big

This is myself expression

Whether it hits the wind

Or hits the ground

It comes from deep inside me.

No this is nothing thick

So thin and imperceptible

It leaves the depths and meets the heights

And keeps for ever roaming.

 

Alfred Grech

17/09/2020.