Shadows

Face to face, we stand,
time sifts in slow agony,
as sandclocks weep.

Balance

Walking on rope in
Arabesque and pirouettes
Taunting gravity

A Bee

I turn all nectars,
Honey, I can’t quench your thirst,
I can’t turn you sweet.

Justice

A child slapped a child,
The slappee slapped the slapper
Twice on the same cheek.

Illustration by Jamila Ouriour