Micro-cosmic

Friday, 2 November 2007

“I’ll really miss yous”,
Says Dex as we separate;
Fierce hug till next time.

A kindred spirit,
Master doll painter who looks
Like Father Christmas.

Family circus,
Races to absorb the sights,
Experience more.

Medicinal aids,
Pomegrante vitamins,
Brandy for Tony.

Perception of space,
Changes as we feel the size
Of Russia on map.

Hours turn into days,
Endless blur of trees and grey,
Monochrome vision.

Fourth cabin member,
Appalled by smell and chaos,
Of Chinese laundry.

Exquisite glass lake,
Littered with vodka bottles,
Distorting the view.

Desolate landscape,
Charms with its bleak atmosphere,
Silent twisted mood.

Long wait, toilet locked,
Dogs stand on platform to beg,
We take turns to pet.

Cold freeze fingers,
Tony and Dex are the show,
I blend with background.

State Department Store,
Provides outlet for craving,
A shopping mecca.

Vodka for breakfast,
To celebrate our leaving,
We offer our gifts.

Each given feathers,
To welcome us into tribe,
Great mark of honour.