Urban Loneliness

She shivers a thrill
Reeling
Above the sun in its sky so aching
Wheeling on skids an arc
Over the dome, sea blue

I never, never, never
Knew we'd lose so much, so easy
Let it slip. Let the breeze
Steal it over deep wells of oceans
The shimmering Pacific, the indigo Indian
Its air hung heavy with rumours of spices and slaves
Let it carry
Through days and nights of endless time
Which turns as the world turns
A dollar coin flipped on its edge
In spin.

Clammy-cool dusk. An easterly breeze
All the way from New Zealand
Raises every hair on her wrists
Her exposed knees.
She shivers a thrill
Reeling. Alone with the world.
Still breathing.

© Wenee Yap