The students, pale and abstract,
their faces peer hours over the text
backpacks and tired eyes fill the sunset
from library to the dorm
a walk in heavy and humid air
waiting for the Siberian breeze
to sweep the plains.
The pub is a hive of polyphony-
uncertainties in relationship, assumptions
and why one team triumphs and others are left
behind drawn in overflowing mugs.
When was the last time they look
at cattle grazing?
Or heard a bird singing?
Things have changed and others have not
In days of old, a village honored the elders,
relied on almanac and stars.
A new dawn, arrived children of technology
“clutching eagerly the hours,” patience
may enter late and brush aside.
Who will learn one rule of life
that obedience kneels besides humility?
A grain of sand is a vast space
and we don’t know it.