[Sarah] What Is It To Write?

It is not a vacation

from your life

when you weary of meetings and rain,

waiting for the bus

and cursing your luck

It is a vocation

that curses your life

and can’t wait for luck

but must meet head-on

the bus weary and rain.

It is not to scribble

a granted sky

by a tree

in the evening park

with your dog running free.

It is to run the dog inside,

scribble the evening into the sky and park

your tree between

the granted and the free

Felix Cheong

[Sarah] Tick-Tock

There lived a couple

who lived by a couple

of clocks beside their bed

As newly wed

as two could be,

things soon turned otherwise,

the problem being

splitting hairs between

promise and compromise.

Now being so civil

and servants to time,

naturally they were upset

when, hard as they tried

they couldn’t get

their two clocks synchronized.

No matter how

they altered their rhythm

just before they slept,

she’d go through periods

when she’d still be

two hours in the red.

They re-paired the clocks

and pillow-talked

but still couldn’t agree

whose clock was off

and, on that count,

they figured time was ripe

to call it quits

and leave, let leave,

a match unstruck, unwon.

The sting in this tale

of a vow that failed –

love is more than the feel

of being together

in the same room

but never at the same time

Felix Cheong