Wishes

Like a tractor
On a gravel road
I trudge along
Worldly possession
In trollies following
Another day
Passing by
Forty four years
Already gone
Suddenly
I seek more time

Like a plough
In hard soil
I tread deep furrows
Uprooting rocks
Tilling weeds
My promises
Slowly met
The earth yields
Whatever I expect
My course every so often
By others set

Like a tree
On a mountain
I wish to be
Roots seeking space in crevices cavernous
Claiming sustenance from the sky
Occasionally offering shelter to passers-by
Shaped by the elements
Wild and free
My gifts
Not by age defined
This earth in my presence
Maybe a place more kind

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-03-10.

Mone Blues

Nearly on a full moon
Your life
Came full cycle
We remain behind
Contemplating
Many issues
We have to battle
Your debts
Completely settled

Nearly on a full moon
My life
Continues
Another year
In its retinue
I still have the luxury to review
Make amends
Start anew
Other things to let go
Building cells new

By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-03-09.
This piece was inspired by the almost full moon’s reflection on the clouds from the aeroplane window – thinking about my birthday and the impending burial ceremony of Uncle Alfie.