Why not now?
the skies have been grey
sun rays have shone
but they always lost anyway
Where’s the firework?
where’s the ice cream sundae with multicolored sprinkles?
I’m ready for a burst of sunlight
I’m ready to close my umbrella, take off my raincoat, put on my sunglasses
“this feeling calls for everything that I am not”
What do I do with this?
This seemingly everlasting shade
I’m ready for a waterfall of laughters
a lightness of being that stretches my lips from ear to ear
I’m ready I’m ready I’m ready
to leap to a field of turnips
to fall helplessly into a breathtaking sight
maybe I just haven’t found my stray Italian greyhound yet.
But it’s coming
Copyright © Imana Gunawan
This is a response to Vienna Teng’s ‘Stray Italian Greyhound’