A Singapore National Day Special
I write in search of the elusive;
the weight of wind,
the taste of conversation,
spellbound eyes meeting
across a dream, or a river
moving too quickly, carrying
the moment you thought
you knew. But when I step
into the rush, here is another
wonder, here is another chance
to believe in this teeming season
Not everything is happenstance.
A street will not name itself
because you demand it,
a poem does not unfold like a
tapestry in a bazaar. There is ache
and inconvenience on the road,
loneliness in the long hours
But there is also joy in the journey;
because art is not an act of believing,
it is the reason for being
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