how narrow
must the margins
become
before
the lines
begin to fade
how hard
can we fight
to stay
© H. Biko
Photo by Anthony Tran
how narrow
must the margins
become
before
the lines
begin to fade
how hard
can we fight
to stay
© H. Biko
Photo by Anthony Tran
the condensation is rife
when steam
meets glass.
when heat
meets cold.
and finds something.
in-between.
the condescending is rife
when steam
meets glass
when heat
meets cold
and finds something
to keep
the in-between
© Hudson Biko
there are days
that begin
with clear skies
and lucid minds.
with a chance
at a new life.
how good is it.
the constant
inconsistent chance.
to begin
© Hudson Biko
in the bedlam
of days
there are times
when the haze
of yesterdays
will come in
and play.
and there are times
when the decay
of the better times
will come in and stay.
and we will
pray
in the only
way
we know how
to ask
for a way
to make the less. less.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Lydz Leow
it’s just past midday.
the adieu
in a milieu
of hues
linger in the orange.
the seas
of leaves
sit still
on the edges
of the branches.
there is a luminescence.
in the absence.
of the stress
to stay.
and it is so beautiful.
© Hudson Biko – Poem and Photograph