
there are times
when they are ripples.
fleeting in between
the seams
of dreams
still out of reach
but enough to believe
in the lives we lead.
and
there are times
when they are oceans.
and
I am drowning.
and
the seams
of dreams
still out of reach
aren’t enough to believe
in.
and
all we have
are the strings
i’ve been having more of those
-and i’m gasping for the shore.
© Hudson Biko
Photograph by Victor Carvalho



