Sometimes

[churinga]

Sometimes the world is just shapes,
dark and light 
or colours on a palette knife.
Sometimes the world is a screen,
a myriad of players 
speaking in foreign languages 
but that's not the problem.
There's smiles.
And eyes are either golden with light
or cold as the blue.
There's music in the hubbub of a bar
near a bus stop seat.
TV shows rarely get it right.
The way we think between sentences,
how the mind is slow. Then fast. 

Sometimes there's a fragrance
you walk past in the night.
Sometimes you wake and remember
a dream that's recurring. 
Now it fits like a crossword,
the faces, the building, 
the message that's given.