In response to a great post by Radha .....
(Photo courtesy Radha at Musings of a Night Owl )
Its a Rocking Life,Standing
helmet less,
on a precipice,
a ledge
on the 15th floor,
plastering
the plumbing interface
a tub bigger
than
my entire house...
The setting sun
makes no difference
as I climb down
unprotected stairs
and reach home
to sit
in a dripping corner
on a rock
protruding
up
through the ground.
In my twelve
cubic feet
it is
always
darkness at noon.
As in life,
i need
to tread carefully
on
uneven ground.
Like I said,
Its a rocking Life.
Suranga - thanks for the mention. Your poem brings the picture to life.
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