This week’s poem grasping for the strange feeling of waking up in dark night after traveling and having no idea where you are.
Night
Opening eyelids marks no change,
and I can’t remember
which way to the bathroom.
Total blackness. How did I get here,
where is the door?
Ask silence, am I alone here?
In blankness search for trails to follow
back to where I am.
To who I am.
And I can’t remember my name.
Dhaka 2015
Well, you were not in Zimbabwe,I suppose. I have tried that experience a number of times there, trying to follow the walls to get a clue from furnitures or doors. Where were you ,anyway? I like your poem.