ABACUS MEMORIES

My being lives a wild life inside my head.

I think, again and again, of bare colourful thoughts

Across the countries within my head.

I think of what excites me

Every morning when I wake up, nude; I look for something.

There's no space left to think and I'm standing in a lake.

There isn't much water but I can see myself.

Blurred and vague.

 

Photo: SAIMUM SAEED