the simple life

The simple life

“I don’t know where to go if I win on
the lottery, but one thing is sure, I can afford to go there.”
He looked at his sentence; it didn’t sound the right way
the words were laboured it didn’t light up the paper
in an invitation to write more
Everything had been difficult lately; words slipped from
his mind before he could catch them.
Like finding your way to the railway station in an unknown
town a foggy day; when screams are muffled and no one
around except bewildered dogs.
He thought of the day when sitting on a ladder leading up
to another deck, a flying fish had landed in front of him
vacuous eyes, where am I?
He had thrown the fish back into the sea where it belonged
smoked his cigarette before going into the galley; yet this
the simple act of charity had made his day.
Yes, this was what he had to do, write about simple things
and not trying to milk the stars.