3.18am

3.18am
he sits by the fish-tank
seeing them drift effortlessly
cobbles and bubbles
are all that fills his eyes
fish, water, moonlight
swirling thoughts
mecurial
in a snapshot

The publican and the Pharisee

I sighted land
'pon endless sea
alighted hence
away from the Pharisees
to this new land
the publican flees
still to fall prey
to his own bigotry