a fever, a headache, a sneeze

and it really could be anything

without going through all that diagnostics,

what is it?

a malaise, a despondent feeling, a negative energy

and the fortune teller said a tall handsome man

is coming your way,

the chakra teacher mentioned a blockage on the third eye,

a therapist said you need to talk it out.

a wrong turn, a path off the curb, a highway patrol

interrogates. what’s going on here?

not much, the chill man muses as he busies himself

on a freshly opened bottle of vodka, “hey that’s illegal!”

the man looks around and sees the patrol man for the first time.

rush hour, the cashier did the tills hurriedly and sped back

home: wondered if the tills did not balance, could not remember, did it?

crossroads, a mismatch of energy levels, a diversion till the

apparent was transparent, an investigation to find out truth,

but truth is subjective said the various opinions.

meanwhile the gray has merged with the black, absorbs

black, absorbs white, and colors too!

gray clouds becoming denser till the rain finally pours,

how refreshing.

how cooling.

then the miasma faded away, the chakras were opened,

fortune teller need say no more when a tall dark handsome

man got stuck in a road block. he’s not coming.

the patrol man took a drink too, it’s just vodka

and he was quitting anyway, his job that is.

the sun has set, ma, the child asked

how do i know i did the right thing?

ma replied: when you do what i tell you to.

child replies: ma, how do you know you did the right thing?

ma ruffles her hair: well sweety she says,

my ma told me so.