Orfred - Boats

Boats

Some spaces are too small
The paint in the corners are
Starting to peel off
And the seeds that you plant
Break out
Legs and hands
Extend to the walls
And crack through the ceiling

Thank God, for the windows

A breath of stale air
From the river in the old town
People come and go on boats
Some leave never to be found

Pale faces always light up for a moment
As they step out from the shadows of a concrete labyrinth
Unsure of what may happen -
But some places are too small
Too crowded and cramped  for your
Thoughts to grow at all

Thank God, there's a way out

Head out to the river
Head out for the boats
Head out to the river
Head out for the boats
Head out to the river
Head out for the boats

Photograph: Rudaba Tahseen