The treasured crack
In my old wooden window
My only connect to the world
Scanning for even the least
Looking to escape
This prison in which I live
By invisible chains bound
Today I nothing spy
Am transferred to
The only world where
I have learnt to find solace
Tall trees in a forest
I walk and walk and walk
Scaling the towering trunks
Filtering glittering sunrays
Warming my heart in
The thickness of this musty growth
In the middle stands an anthill
I sit on it and make my throne
Here I am in charge
Until an army of ants
In full formation and resolve
Their territory claim
Leaving fire on my butt
I snap out of it and
Turning towards my favourite spot
There’s no window, no crack

©Alexandra Kukunda 2015


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