Cenotaph
For an ever-short moment
I give life to my dream
like mouth-to-mouth breaths
before mind arranges
today’s plan for washing
and a visit to the cenotaph
before the agitating need
rising to find my sun place
I give a new life to my dream
as I take charge of duties
endeavours moulded by routine
life dares to stand
unfettered in the window
unruffled
smiling affectionately
at the blushing light
